This is a song about "Writing and translatings expressions"

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

This shit makes me better at writing verses and some solid hooks

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,

Give me that pad and pen and let me start writing again

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Heavens stuck and trapped, inside my facial expressions

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Give me that pad and pen and let me start writing again.

She got me caught up in the moment

Can't stand without writing rap and

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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