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

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

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

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

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

Well, this song is probably gonna be simplistic

Shit is on silent all day long

This is the end of my fucking song

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

But this song is infinitely finished

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

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