This is a song about "Shity writers"

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

There i took a walk down writers block

But know i'm breezing through writers block even though it isn't breezy

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Like i already beheaded these wack rap writers/

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Said off so many times, writers block, its hard times

Nonsense, damn writers block, nothing to fight his battles and hault his losses

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I ask myself "how will you write when you suffering writers block nigger?"

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

When typing i, find a writers life is, finalized

I'm despicable, invisible to your visible visual,

I hope you get writers block and struggle, on the next day you get carpal tunnel