This is a song about "Writing songs about sadnes"

And sing songs every stary night

Don't worry just done get inside

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Then forgot about writing when i got my ears pierced

But better when i sing songs

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

And getting songs signed by minors

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Songs all about bitches tits.

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,

About a writing pen biting the vicodin like vitamins,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips