This is a song about "Keyboard cowboy"

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

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

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

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

With another tab open swearing from my keyboard

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

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

In fact, my hat is in tact with the fubu pull over

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

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

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