This is a song about "Upton sinclair"

I won't retire ever, nigga i'm forever clever

The vivid storyteller, confessor of sins dweller

My nigga conrad murray just balled on him

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Dont mind dirting my hands as a writer, the pen is mighty i swear

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

The mind of a writer is d sword fo fighter the feelings he never cry'd up caus he knows hes fighter

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Because i'm the best writer in school,

World play? shit, bust out the type writer

Come here i’m about to take you higher

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Perhaps i'm a writer like him, but ben with no kim or kin