This is a song about "Trinas song"

We buy out stores till its all too gone

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

On the radio, that's my favorite song

And you ain't doing nothing wrong

Or i wouldn't be writing this song

Instead of singin' the same song

We at the top where we belong

Picturein your smile while writin this song.

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

You're listening to this song

Haven't seen the world in so long

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Da inspiration to make dis song.

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone