This is a song about "Songs"

Or perhaps you'll be the prick to judge my songs,

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

Songs all about bitches tits.

And the v12, that's on various trips

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Heaven singing them songs, speaking on sensitive issues

Now that's what you call a game

Your songs are so fuckin lame

But better when i sing songs

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Just here to rap them songs

Huh, a metaphor of course