This is a song about "Writing 80085 on a calculator"

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

And on his worst days, he's still writing bars

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

About a writing pen biting the vicodin like vitamins,

Been writing raps since the age 3 headphone on in the attic

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Instead of writing a rap, writing an essay

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Writing verses can be a freestyle or something written in a week

I'm the president writing myself a letter

The plight of a rapper or whatever

Marathons writing songs on daylight savings time

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line