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

I think that song was a lever

The plight of a rapper or whatever

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Listen to that nigga lil wayne he sounds retarded

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

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

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

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

She's every love song that i love singing

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Detected fools that create titles for trials