This is a song about "Start to sing"

I'll sing to you on bended knee

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Then start to sing a song

Shit is on silent all day long

Word to shawn corey, and you know what i am doing

Aint no flows in the ring aint no reason to sing

Sweet, okay makes sense

As we start to condense

'cuz my dad always saw me try to make my scripts sing.

Niggas getting flipped, i get them done for nothing

At night she asks me to sing her one of my melodies,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

There ain't no telling

I'm 11,i love to dance and sing

Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts