This is a song about "I can t write a song"

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

I also wrote you a song it's in your tape deck

So i decided to write a song

You were right here all along

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Got me waking up at 4 just so i can write instead

Fuck it move on, i've been long gone, still sit n write a song,

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

I will write lyrics later but for now just listen to the song for now its pretty good.

Wrong niggas and end up to be jus like my fatha. man my lil brotha really look

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

I write gold it's a paper retriever

You already know you're dead

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed

Can barely finish a song

Yea, i been humble too long