This is a song about "Songs being sandwiches"

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

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

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Black fours red drop head doors

Just here to rap them songs

It appears in your unwitty songs

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Songs all about bitches tits.

Look, i tried to call it quits

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

Writing love songs that'll get you a tour