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

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Took me a while just to write those

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

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

I wake up in the mornin grab that bong and write that song.

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Looking for a reason to suppress the emotions.

Dont need a pen to write

See i can put down the pipe

You're listening to this song

We at the top where we belong

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

I don't have to write a rap for you to recognize that

Yo put on the spot to show off in a song

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong