This is a song about "Typing"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Girl feels me while you're typing on your rap

When typing i, find a writers life is, finalized

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

Money ain't a thing

I be writing and typing

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

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

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

Otherwise you'll still be here typing all alone

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

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

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

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