This is a song about "Too useless to write"

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

And simplify my life to keep my eyes on rap and write?

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

To the flame then shortly after write fire

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

I'm a motherfucking rapper who's too depressed to write

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I'll use a crucifix to stab a useless bitch with a pussy as loose as shit

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

You do try to write, whatever

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

But, damn you write alot. too bad it's a waste, punk,

Three times cause fate had my side

You inspire me to write

Who might be able to write.

Couple grand when i rock the night