This is a song about "Writing songs about sadnes"

And sing songs every stary night

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

We writing about love for our nigga above

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Or perhaps you'll be the prick to judge my songs,

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

When you keep em right beside you

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

I could barely write these songs

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Wussup with all these love songs?

And of course, my car's off course

People dislike my stance, the lyrics in songs,

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

They use violence but i murder with my songs