This is a song about "Writing a song"

I am writing a song at velocity

Third ward general, young cash money

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

She'd be moaning all night long while you write a new song

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Come on its just a dandruff song

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

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

So i decided to write a song

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Copy and paste your shit on a website of article writing

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

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

Read notes for a disclaimer on this song

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn