This is a song about "Not wanting to write a song"

Yo put on the spot to show off in a song

Email too, facebook aim, everything gone

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Wanting to run away and hide

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed

Wanting to commit suicide how could they not die,

I told her all about how we been living a lie

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

She'd be moaning all night long while you write a new song

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Write like you got an imprimatur, every song a revolver

Wanting to be somebody with a 4 figure salary n' getting paid hourly.

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see