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

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

Chill ass song, bring all that heat

I don't know defeat

Now that it's on the track i guess it sounds pretty sick

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

She's every love song that i love singing

Pushing daises for cranking that music sounds crazy though.

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

I know that this sounds mental,

Lady at the frank stand will

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

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

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song