This is a song about "I can t think of lyrics"

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

I spit dope lyrics, then people think i'm buck at the top,

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

So don't come at me, all i can think of is having a gun at me and killers behind me

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

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Instead i sit alone writing lyrics on a crumpled piece of paper

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

I hope your listening to these lyrics so you can

Just because i look hansome don't think my lyrics are rubber.

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

I can think of a sicko that'd do that, i know a few.