This is a song about "Stop singing"

She's every love song that i love singing

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Heaven singing them songs, speaking on sensitive issues

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

But thats what im singing

Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you

I'd fuckin' severe your cerebrum singing la dee da doo

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

You were right here all along

And i'll be singing through the night.

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Singing to a man while they played piano

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

So everybody in the crowd will know you’re singing tonight,