This is a song about "This song is so bad"

They wanna jack me like some kind of crackfiendi wonder if he knows that my income

The point of this song is pointless, voices are gone, but their echo's my rhythm

So this to you, i present, is my final song.

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

I wrote this song so this monster inside finally dies.

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

I want this fame so bad i’m so anxious to shine

Been a star since i was back in one time

//i think this is the kind of song i'd love to do a collaboration

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

And im making this song just so i can remind you

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

Well, this song is probably gonna be simplistic

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick