This is a song about "Tone deaf cant sing"

High as nasa on acid, acid tone

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Im from that browntown (sing)

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

Now let the angels sing

Man, straight and no fucking

So you better stop, and watch your fucking tone/

I woulda done anything for my own

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Screamin' out these hollers 'til i'm deaf from this lethal stress

No more accusations tone down the regulations

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

It explains why i rap with a tone

Jt: my mom’s been so alone