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

A deep void, sounds are complimentin the beat boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

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

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

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

Yo this sounds better than that sucker dre ya,

To liberate yourselves, africa

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

I think that song was a lever

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son