This is a song about "Song writer"

Help us find our inner song

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

A writer, producer, actor, rapper, an emcee

A struggling writer, who's can't be shit as a rhymer/

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

You wanna make me mad? i'm a crime fighter line writer,

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

World play? shit, bust out the type writer

And the food could have been finer

December 4th a star was born

"you already wrote the gay song

I can freestyle any time and i'm a quick writer

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are