This is a song about "Creative writing majors"

Can't stand without writing rap and

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

At like the age of five making power points creative slides i never really had to

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

Let my angel sing

And then i started writing,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors

Not creative, no lexicon; i'm awesome!

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Instead of writing a rap, writing an essay

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

Get off a key like i can’t sing

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing