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

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

That song you just wrote it was nothing at all

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

This song to retaliate this discrimination of fakes who are hating

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

I wake up in the mornin grab that bong and write that song.

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

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

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

How do you think that sounds when they turn on and listen,