This is a song about "Not knowing anything to write about"

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Ain't no haters to write about, just a cramped up closet that needs cleaning out.

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

To make what i write worth to rap about

Time to get my blood flowin, im colder, told her knowing

It's temporary lust you need an in showing

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

To holler about anything? anything? anything? (x2)

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Write anything here to generate some fresh lines

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Shit i could spit shit about anything,

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

Lord i'm not going to try to understand anything you do.

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I write to be the best not no second place yea my flow will rock the whole place