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

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

You're a faggot that stays basic in every song

This song to retaliate this discrimination of fakes who are hating

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

She's every love song that i love singing

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

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

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

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