This is a song about "Songs"

We have guests, come on, put 'em on tighter, rep your best songs

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

I have some many rhymes up in my brain, private untitled songs,

Forsaken youth mistake the truth for it, that's why i'm writin' songs,

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

And getting songs signed by minors

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

People dislike my stance, the lyrics in songs,

Lifeless, trying to stay awake as cats skit they songs

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse