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

No medal here, i'm well aware

Knowing that my parents do not care

Cos now i have websites to write on and not just a pad and pen

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

And knowing about what i mastered,

It's a fools fatewithout your word

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

I was put on this earth to write about how i feel/

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

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

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

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

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

To make what i write worth to rap about

So y'all can cope n' touch

Knowing way to much like such