This is a song about "Wooting keyboard"

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

With another tab open swearing from my keyboard

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

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

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

I’m speaking through these bars like a nigga in the jail

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

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

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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