This is a song about "Writing songs"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Got no money to help me sustain. writing these songs has had me

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

And get sick of system shit, pissed is when i'm writing new songs,

That’s just something worth writing

And my grandmother dying

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

From punky little songs for competition

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Wussup with all these love songs?

Huh, a metaphor of course

Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Of mice and men and friendly fans of songs