This is a song about "Song to you"

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

Email too, facebook aim, everything gone

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

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

She'd be moaning all night long while you write a new song

And that's the feeling i'm trying to describe in this song/

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

And that's why my insane mind's be telling to do this song

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

They claim it as their own, africa

I write this song to light the

It's funny how pucci made all the snakes gone

So i decided to write a song

So this to you, i present, is my final song.

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb