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

Got a new song in my brain.

Ice melts into rain

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

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

You can call me a prison, cuz i got lots of bars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Singin' to a man while they played piano

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

So if you got a problem confront me with it.

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

This is was happens when i properly diss you in a song

But with foolness you're injected, so imma leave your hart to yearn

That song a star is born, so hot of a record got me a 3rd degree burn