This is a song about "Write me a song a long song"

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Write like you got an imprimatur, every song a revolver

Sometimes my name's a mystery from me like a song

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

Trying to renovate the game

Got a new song in my brain.

My records sell, yes sir

I think that song was a lever

Frozen, i'm going insane / cloaked like a ghost but i've broken my chains

I would always keep a strong pace with a long face thinking of all the song names

Sang a song, oh you don't know? what?

Bitches is artificially duck