This is a song about "Anyone can write a song"

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Anyone anywhere may think this a riddle,

Even, for anyone who beats, if you can

We on a world tour, wale your man

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,

Dont need a pen to write

I’ll be back on the same night

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You got a problem ill be the first guy to say you can prolly write it too

Now hey little mama

I write this song to light the

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Write like you got an imprimatur, every song a revolver