This is a song about "Looking to write a song"

I write this song to light the

You're fucking with me, nigga

Write like you got an imprimatur, every song a revolver

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

This ain't a song i'm just respondin to denice's shit son

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Took me a while just to write those

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Well i was trying to write a rap to, well, amaze you

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,