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

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

Pushing daises for cranking that music sounds crazy though.

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

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

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

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

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

She's every love song that i love singing

I know that this sounds mental,

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

That sounds more like josef on any given night.