This is a song about "Write my wrongd"

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

I write my own lyrics and i make my own beats

I can't write when there's shit on my desk

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I'm going to use my pen to write rhymes

I speak to cj often and sometimes

I write when i'm depressed because its my only vent,

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Then write another hook in my mac book

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Fuck my drink, in the midst of sips it's eclipsed - i got to write

I write your name on my hand

I start to think it's all planned