This is a song about "Pen tapping"

So i'm sticking to refining my pen

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

If yal scared of the pad, you dont wanna see the pen,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

Nonstop rapping, yo girl tapping me, wrapping me up like a package packing sheet

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

The paper to the pen.

Then lost her faith again

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

I'm tapping like jehovah's witnesses, spit these raps, pack 'em in,

Punch lines i'm tapping bitches who only be dimes

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

But know i'm tapping, hoping to see people clapping/////