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

This song to retaliate this discrimination of fakes who are hating

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

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

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

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

I only got one rule, no kissing

She's every love song that i love singing

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

And there are many things, that those titles bring, has you feeling you're

Detected fools that create titles for trials

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals