This is a song about "Typing typing"

Livin life thinkin no man can hurt meso i'm askin -- before i lay me down to sleep

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

Girl feels me while you're typing on your rap

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

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

Otherwise you'll still be here typing all alone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

When typing i, find a writers life is, finalized

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

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

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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