This is a song about "Writing a song"

Looking so damn right you're wrong

Or i wouldn't be writing this song

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

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

Straight to song writing the minute i get out ma bed

While everybody got ammunition on deck

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

She'd be moaning all night long while you write a new song

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

I made a song at camp

Enforce, i'm elegant and

All the people gather into a crowd and sing a song

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone