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

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

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

This song to retaliate this discrimination of fakes who are hating

Sky high, iced out paradise

Well alright yo, that shit sounds nice

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Detected fools that create titles for trials

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

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

Chill ass song, bring all that heat

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet