This is a song about "Writing and translatings expressions"

I was born to do the damn thing

And then i started writing,

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

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

//just started writing and a story formed itself- hope you like it!

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

I could tell from what that classmate told me and from your facial expressions

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

As you're writing raps and reading some novels

It was just the four of us uptown corners

I keep writing and keep fighting this fucking curse

Writing raps with pencil and lead, lines i'm ready instead

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead