This is a song about "Keyboard"

With another tab open swearing from my keyboard

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

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

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Who only knows how to flow like a dopey keyboard marketer

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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

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

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

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