This is a song about "Nothing to write about"

You gotta write, and write and write to get better,

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out

To make what i write worth to rap about

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

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

And sometimes i write about when life goes good

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Maybe his hopes were nothing to care about, nothing to excite.

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothing to worry about,

Not into diamonds i'm shining just to get geechied out

Or a sociopath who gives a fuck about nothing

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Guess i'll just write about it, ad lib

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip