This is a song about "I can t whright lyrics"

Who knew i could rip these lyrics

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before i lay 'em

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

I ain't ever ask for nothing to make it right here

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

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

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

If a nigga didn't fake like them

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,