This is a song about "Can t write"

You don;t thin anymore

Up in my new two door

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

It's a battlejust for tha big money

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

There's crack, there's crack

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

I'm not that great but i can write a narrative

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump