This is a song about "Song writer"

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Bringing the flow like rapids i'm a rabid writer with a habit

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Then start to sing a song

We at the top where we belong

Haven't seen a girl in so long

You're listening to this song

Tats out and my hair long

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

Yea, i been humble too long

Instead of singin' the same song

Dont mind dirting my hands as a writer, the pen is mighty i swear

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there