This is a song about "Indirect characterisation"

Pacing the floor like a strung out meth addict

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

The indirect absurdity

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Otherwise you'll still be here typing all alone

Money ain't a thing

I be writing and typing

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

I changed the station, my brain was racing, pacing crazy slow,

Girl feels me while you're typing on your rap

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

You start just racing and pacing and you wait for the start,

I want that title but they got me fighting under card