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

That song you just wrote it was nothing at all

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

That sounds more like josef on any given night.

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

I know that this sounds mental,

Lady at the frank stand will

And there are many things, that those titles bring, has you feeling you're

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

She's every love song that i love singing

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

You're a faggot that stays basic in every song

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song