This is a song about "In the sudio writing bars"

I just want somebody i can see

Dive in war armed to the teeth with bars only

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

In the next few bars, i will briefly express my complaint

Go stupid in the booth and go so rude when i'm writing rhymes,

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures

This is the second verse i could probably beat you writing my rap in reverse,

I be spittin the bars,

So she kisses the stars

Spent enough time writing these bars of mine

Huh, got to get better with time

Been writing raps since the age 3 headphone on in the attic

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic