This is a song about "Writing songs about sadnes"

About a writing pen biting the vicodin like vitamins,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Huh, a metaphor of course

It appears in your unwitty songs

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

Teenage parties, i recommend you

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,

The richest place on earth

And getting songs signed by minors

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Your songs are so fuckin lame

I could barely write these songs

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Then forgot about writing when i got my ears pierced

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend