This is a song about "Typing typing"

I be writing and typing

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

I'm done with this i've been typing too long

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

And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin' tornthey made me an animal, can't sleep

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Girl feels me while you're typing on your rap

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Otherwise you'll still be here typing all alone

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

So come with a insult let loose wit da typing,

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

When typing i, find a writers life is, finalized