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

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

A deep void, sounds are complimentin the beat boy

That song you just wrote it was nothing at all

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Chill ass song, bring all that heat

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

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

Listen to that nigga lil wayne he sounds retarded

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

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

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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