This is a song about "Stayin up late writing raps"

Writing off scraps of the paper, know i might not make raps that are major

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

And if i want to go outside

But writing raps is the toughest fight,

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Yo i started writing raps, eventually got decent at it,

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

He sits up late and night when everybody else is snoring

See i can put down the pipe

So i stay up late, and write at night.

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Been writing raps since the age 3 headphone on in the attic

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

We turnt up in the studio late night