This is a song about "This is my song"

This is my break-up song,

And we don't know no right from wrong

And that's why my insane mind's be telling to do this song

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

This is was happens when i properly diss you in a song

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

This song is an atomic bomb and i'm holding rap hostage

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

//this song is me not realizing facts until now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

I found this song in my cd holder/

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records