This is a song about "Keyboard cowboy"

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

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

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

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

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

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

With another tab open swearing from my keyboard

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

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

If ya'll don't know ya history ya'll should look a lil' closer