This is a song about "This song sucks"

December 4th a star was born

This is my break-up song,

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

You're listening to this song

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

But i mean damn dr g, just listen to this song

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

Or i wouldn't be writing this song

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

Perhaps you'll learn something about you through this song/

Fuck you know this song might

Neither black nor white

Wake up you didn't even complete this song

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn