This is a song about "Who is writing"

I shed so many tears

Writing rhymes is a fetish

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

This is the second verse i could probably beat you writing my rap in reverse,

Just who is malcolm sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

But that takes paper that we don't have so niggas put their souls up as collateral

My bars is kickin' into steve urkel,been writing rhymes long as a journal

And get sick of system shit, pissed is when i'm writing new songs,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

How i started writing, this story is close to me

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Writing rhymes all day is my form of expression

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Writing raps is the only way i operates,