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

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

Writing love songs that'll get you a tour

I'mma catch you next time around

Keep writing and develop a sound

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

About a writing pen biting the vicodin like vitamins,

But i'm white as the writing on a blackboard so what you think of that.

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Marathons writing songs on daylight savings time

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

So she just sit while settling for the lesser

I'm the president writing myself a letter

Thinking deep inside of my mind, and writing a rhyme,

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props