This is a song about "Bad writer"

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Bringing the flow like rapids i'm a rabid writer with a habit

She should have invited her

I'm a first class writer,

World play? shit, bust out the type writer

Said when i do dirt wit her

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

You just a struggling writer that never sold

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Perhaps i'm a writer like him, but ben with no kim or kin