This is a song about "Typing"

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

When typing i, find a writers life is, finalized

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

So come with a insult let loose wit da typing,

Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

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

In my drawsring, ring, ring

I be writing and typing

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

Otherwise you'll still be here typing all alone

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne