This is a song about "Song titles that are sounds"

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Well alright yo, that shit sounds nice

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Now that it's on the track i guess it sounds pretty sick

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

The drug that they brain need

Chill ass song, bring all that heat

That song you just wrote it was nothing at all

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong

And leave you dead and gone like that t.i and timberlake song

I'm gettin discouraged with her

I think that song was a lever

Knb is that your name that sounds like the kkk the generic version,

Hittin' curbs and blastin' erick sermon drunk off english bourbon