This is a song about "Song writing"

Da inspiration to make dis song.

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Straight to song writing the minute i get out ma bed

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

And, shit, here i am, writing this song

You were right here all along

But just when it gets good, she's gone

Can barely finish a song

Or i wouldn't be writing this song

See, with you, i never see it wrong

And we don't know no right from wrong

You seen me evolve more with each song

I got a big fear of flying

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing