This is a song about "Keyboard cowboy"

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

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

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

No matter who gon' show up i make em move over

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

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

With another tab open swearing from my keyboard

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

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

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail