This is a song about "Typing"

I be writing and typing

And my grandmother dying

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

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

Actually that's kinda frightening, but you'll cum quick like lighting

I woulda done anything for my own

Otherwise you'll still be here typing all alone

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,

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

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

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

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Girl feels me while you're typing on your rap