This is a song about "Keyboard"

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

I'll beat the fuck out your bitch anonymous, ike turner

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

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Who only knows how to flow like a dopey keyboard marketer

With another tab open swearing from my keyboard

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

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

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

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

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

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

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

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