This is a song about "The song"

I wake up in the mornin grab that bong and write that song.

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

Shut the fuck up, sing the song

Yea, i been humble too long

Straight to song writing the minute i get out ma bed

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

Release the song, cash the lot

And then the box plays my favorite b.o.b. song,

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

And that's the feeling i'm trying to describe in this song/

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

Play hard to get, females get jealous

When the song plays, nobody loves "drunk in love",

The whole essence of this rap song

Most times when a liquor all gone