This is a song about "Wooting keyboard"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

No more keyboard plotting, its time to start the propping, i know i'm a problem

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

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

That's why forever i love seldom and trust never

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

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

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

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Who only knows how to flow like a dopey keyboard marketer

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

With another tab open swearing from my keyboard