This is a song about "Trumpets are too loud"

I mean gays are people too, they're just someone else,

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

All these voices are so loud

I might even stick my tongue out

Exposing all the fags who are too scared to diss me back

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

I put down my phone and played some music by nigga 218 blastin it so loud my speakers are aroused,

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Too perfect they think i'm bionic my raps are super sonic

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

Guess what you are different too

Are too far out for naked eyes to see

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Music's too loud, i want to run and hide

That's why she's goin' home with me tonight