This is a song about "Writting rap songs"

From punky little songs for competition

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

I have some many rhymes up in my brain, private untitled songs,

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

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins to

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Now that's what you call a game

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

They use violence but i murder with my songs

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right

And sing songs every stary night

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Heaven singing them songs, speaking on sensitive issues