This is a song about "I didn t write this"

I didn't write this verse my fuckin alter ego did,

Instrumental from lexus, change is what they expected

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Now i write this lines to help myself get over it

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

I always wonder why i write

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

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

I write it like i was given this gift from up above

And stab bruno mars in his goddamn esophagus

So when you read this, understand this is me as i write/

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see