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

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

This is was happens when i properly diss you in a song

I'll get to em when i land

I made a song at camp

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

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

Write like you got an imprimatur, every song a revolver

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

I wake up in the mornin grab that bong and write that song.

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed

And please never disrespect my set