This is a song about "Write me a hook"

Who the fuck want it with,me yeah i didnt think so,i dont write with a pen

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Took me a while just to write those

So while you worry about the hoes

Took me a while just to write those

Every night i stroke hoes

Everyone assumes i hook up with a whole bunch of preteens,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Then write another hook in my mac book

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Here's a hook cuz i don't need a punch line

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Then write another hook in my mac book

This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good