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

I know that this sounds mental,

Lady at the frank stand will

A legend have to bow, africa

Yo this sounds better than that sucker dre ya,

A deep void, sounds are complimentin the beat boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

You're a faggot that stays basic in every song

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

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

Chill ass song, bring all that heat

Cause they right down the street

Well alright yo, that shit sounds nice

Becoming someone you don't recognize