This is a song about "Qwerty keyboard"

I wanna be the center piece of my entire culture

Who only knows how to flow like a dopey keyboard marketer

Maybe i'm only using a brain, keyboard and a cursor

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Instead of waiting by your keyboard for me to turn a phrase,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

No more keyboard plotting, its time to start the propping, i know i'm a problem

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

You can't keep up with my flow? sorry must be this keyboard,

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

With another tab open swearing from my keyboard

Maybe i'm only using a brain, keyboard and a cursor

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her