This is a song about "Songs about heartache"

Maybe then he wouldn't make songs about stupid teenage shit.

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Entrée, parlay. turn her heart into heartache.

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Of mice and men and friendly fans of songs

Songs all about bitches tits.

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Talking about the god you serve

And getting songs signed by minors

It appears in your unwitty songs

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,