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

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

This song to retaliate this discrimination of fakes who are hating

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

She's every love song that i love singing

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

That song you just wrote it was nothing at all

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

I feel goodgot some time off, girl it's been so long

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

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

Knb is that your name that sounds like the kkk the generic version,

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

A deep void, sounds are complimentin the beat boy