This is a song about "Keyboard cowboy"

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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,

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

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

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

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

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

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

With another tab open swearing from my keyboard

Who only knows how to flow like a dopey keyboard marketer

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

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