This is a song about "Daniel faulkner"

A writer, producer, actor, rapper, an emcee

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Dont mind dirting my hands as a writer, the pen is mighty i swear

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

There's a shortage in ur dormant thoughts, u talk alot for a 'sick' writer

You wanna make me mad? i'm a crime fighter line writer,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

Fuck outta here i writer better shit on my way to school

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

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days