This is a song about "Wooting keyboard"

Catalog growing, rappers skedaddle move over

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

Who only knows how to flow like a dopey keyboard marketer

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

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

With another tab open swearing from my keyboard

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

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