This is a song about "Write on me"

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Only can read what i write, this would sound better on wax

I reel them in, goadomes on see

History'll write me as a slippery/

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

I write your name on my hand

Im sayin one night my love is like that

Took me about an hour to write it

Can't win with a passive attack

I write back on rappad and get laughed at

So u dont remember things? so u write it on ur face,

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

I bring excellence, to every white paper that i write on

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

You wasted my shit, making me write this