This is a song about "Shity writers"

My dough in flipmode, what up to busta rhymes

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

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

There i took a walk down writers block

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

Black tear compliment my black lips in the lamborghini

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

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

Begin to get superpowers, begin to relapse to your shity raps

Writers block, quiet a shock man its basically grim

See dre did scotland and everybody jocked him

Like i already beheaded these wack rap writers/

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