This is a song about "You got me singin a song"

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

Sometimes my name's a mystery from me like a song

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

You got a big head them im a take it off your style bugs me disgusts me

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

I also wrote you a song it's in your tape deck

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

"you already wrote the gay song

Singin' to a man while they played piano

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though