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

A deep void, sounds are complimentin the beat boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

You get whip lash from the sounds of my rhymes that i flash.

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Pushing daises for cranking that music sounds crazy though.

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

And maybe they just hear somethin' that just sounds wrong,

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

Well alright yo, that shit sounds nice

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

You're a faggot that stays basic in every song

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb