This is a song about "Tina chaplin"

Add me, take me, pay me it’s nothing

We dont wanna hear u sing

He can sing, not ripped apart,

Know give me a head start

Y'all want to see me rap and sing

Hating my macking, they asking

Might as well pre pay

Sing with me, just for today,

This is everything that we call hype

You can’t rap , sing , or wright

We can sing so sing to subtly sting

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

Now let the angels sing

And yea we both coming

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear,