This is a song about "Wooting keyboard"

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Maybe i'm only using a brain, keyboard and a cursor

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Who only knows how to flow like a dopey keyboard marketer

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

To my keyboard so i won't be bored and i can see more unencumbered

You can't keep up with my flow? sorry must be this keyboard,

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Far as lyrical precision i'm imperial loser

Maybe i'm only using a brain, keyboard and a cursor

Keyboard classes couldn't help you get pussy, you're too pale,

Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail

Instead of waiting by your keyboard for me to turn a phrase,

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze