This is a song about "Songs"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

But better when i sing songs

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Your songs are the cause of havoc,

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Forsaken youth mistake the truth for it, that's why i'm writin' songs,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Oldest nation on this earth

And getting songs signed by minors

And of course, my car's off course

Just here to rap them songs

Writing love songs that'll get you a tour

And bring wiz khalifa cause the green look pure