This is a song about "This a gospel song"

Can barely finish a song

My sim card's the bomb

But they aint religious, this song is contagious, like its a fuckin sickness,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

This ain't a song i'm just respondin to denice's shit son

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

But they aint religious, this song is contagious, like its a fuckin sickness,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

You better rape the replay button and have this song in a loop,

Surprised she hasn't taken gymnastic dick inside her alley oop

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

Strapping myself to be launched out, if this song is a gift, your the bronze wrapping/

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