This is a song about "Keyboard"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Who only knows how to flow like a dopey keyboard marketer

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Instead of waiting by your keyboard for me to turn a phrase,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

No more keyboard plotting, its time to start the propping, i know i'm a problem

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

You can't keep up with my flow? sorry must be this keyboard,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Maybe i'm only using a brain, keyboard and a cursor

With another tab open swearing from my keyboard

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

To my keyboard so i won't be bored and i can see more unencumbered

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word