This is a song about "Not being able to write a song"

She acting all extra

I write this song to light the

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed

That's boa, see that's my set

I know i'm runnin' through your head now

To now being able, to out rap them wow

They say that i never cease to amaze

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

Write like you got an imprimatur, every song a revolver

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Not knowing what to write

Look, we gone have some fun tonight

Able to call a truce

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

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

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long