This is a song about "Stop singing"

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

The sick fuck drags her into his car, driving home singing,

Heaven singing them songs, speaking on sensitive issues

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

Paper planes, long flights

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Hitting the singing feather

That i will leave earth with her

Singing to a man while they played piano

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though