This is a song about "Songs"

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

It appears in your unwitty songs

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins to

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Fuck, my flow is gettin to low too slow even for my songs,

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

From punky little songs for competition

First off congratulations on the win

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

Oldest nation on this earth

And getting songs signed by minors

I could barely write these songs

Metaphor, chilling with better whores