This is a song about "Keyboard"

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

Keyboard classes couldn't help you get pussy, you're too pale,

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

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

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

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

With another tab open swearing from my keyboard

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

Love the game know this is coming from a different place