This is a song about "Write"

You a lady boss, now you fly free

History'll write me as a slippery/

And i like my marijuana bright

They think i don't know what to write

Got tired of running from the police

Write and same time blowin reef.

An archetype, always progress with what i write

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

They like talking, its like gossip

Rhythms to write it in, but

Not only had the fiend died

Hit the coke when you write,

But just write it all out

I gotta little clout