This is a song about "Write a song"

And before the sun came up, he was gone

Come on its just a dandruff song

Email too, facebook aim, everything gone

Sometimes my name's a mystery from me like a song

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

This is was happens when i properly diss you in a song

You're a faggot that stays basic in every song

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

So i write this song to let you see,

So gon' and be my dealer baby

There must be another route, way out

Write rhymes without a single doubt