This is a song about "This song"

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

And i'll gladly help you try to listen to this song

You're listening to this song

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

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

Wake up you didn't even complete this song

But this song is infinitely finished

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Yea, i been humble too long

And, shit, here i am, writing this song

Fuck you know this song might

And if i want to go outside

You're listening to this song

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

We gonna be all the way gone

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