This is a song about "Songs"

The richest place on earth

And getting songs signed by minors

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

And sing songs every stary night

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

And of course, my car's off course

I really love my miami crew

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins to

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Songs all about bitches tits.

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

It appears in your unwitty songs

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

I could barely write these songs