This is a song about "Writing a song"

Instead of writing a rap, writing an essay

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

Sang a song, oh you don't know? what?

Say what you wanna but

Writing rhymes is a fetish

And i got mad love to give

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

This is was happens when i properly diss you in a song

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

I think that song was a lever

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

And we don't know no right from wrong

Read notes for a disclaimer on this song

Just start writing on a card

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park