This is a song about "Keyboard"

Who only knows how to flow like a dopey keyboard marketer

I wanna be the center piece of my entire culture

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

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

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

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

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

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

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

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

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

With another tab open swearing from my keyboard