This is a song about "Typing"

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

We're both just typing on the internet in the end

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

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

When typing i, find a writers life is, finalized

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Otherwise you'll still be here typing all alone

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

So come with a insult let loose wit da typing,

You poor rhymin', i'm pure diamond, exciting writing not boring typing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

It's not a freestyle if you're typing it down