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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

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

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

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

You're a faggot that stays basic in every song

She's every love song that i love singing

With those crazy ass people at the county building

Well alright yo, that shit sounds nice

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

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

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

That song you just wrote it was nothing at all

Yo this sounds better than that sucker dre ya,

My momma a og which makes me a don dada