This is a song about "Typing"

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

He's even typing these lyrics with his finger all stitched

So come with a insult let loose wit da typing,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Better than college, after that, students home

Otherwise you'll still be here typing all alone

Everybody's droppin' got me knockin' on heaven's doorand all my memories, of seein' brothers bleed

You come to rappad to pound keys into submission, typing to release another hopeless defeat,

I'm sick of the writing, no' mo' typing, i'm clashing like a titan

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

It's easy, i'm literally think-typing, or talking, if you're really that upset

I'm in my bedroom on my small bed, just typing up lines,

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

When typing i, find a writers life is, finalized

Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like