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

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

Email too, facebook aim, everything gone

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

You're a faggot that stays basic in every song

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Detected fools that create titles for trials

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

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

She's every love song that i love singing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Chill ass song, bring all that heat

If he does my soul to keep

So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song