This is a song about "Song writer"

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Perhaps i'm a writer like him, but ben with no kim or kin

Then start to sing a song

You were right here all along

We forever be real, we'll never fold

You just a struggling writer that never sold

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

Driving my car to a foreign place

Activist i'm a fighter i'm a writer

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song