This is a song about "Keyboard cowboy"

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

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

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

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

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

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

Who only knows how to flow like a dopey keyboard marketer

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her