This is a song about "I got a write"

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Try to write a rap but i got no direction,

Can't be called a god cause of shit i write, right?

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

I write gold it's a paper retriever

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

I can't even write a chorus cause repeating it would hurt

Well i was trying to write a rap to, well, amaze you

Might be leaving with me before the night is through