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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

Well alright yo, that shit sounds nice

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

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

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

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

It's funny how it sounds you bars are lighter than a ounce

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

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

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

That song you just wrote it was nothing at all