This is a song about "Shity writers"

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

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

There i took a walk down writers block

Only real niggas stay on top

You probably got stuck in writers block

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Grand master of arson but not the only thing in my arsenal,

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

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Lately i've been thinkin', how to overcome the writers block?

While these fake ignorant niggas are hiring ghost writers,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

Ghost-writers help you rhyme that's what lying discovers

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

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