This is a song about "Typing typing"

And my grandmother dying

I be writing and typing

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

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

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

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

Girl feels me while you're typing on your rap

Im sayin one night my love is like that

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

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

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

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

All my other people that dance around

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