This is a song about "Anthony faulkner"

My life seems fuller, golden, somehow enriched

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

You just a struggling writer that never sold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Plot twist he's a novelist psychotic and off of it

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

I'm a first class writer,

Going broke, no sir

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

The mind of a writer is d sword fo fighter the feelings he never cry'd up caus he knows hes fighter

You're as useful as the narrator, carraway

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

Activist i'm a fighter i'm a writer

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer