This is a song about "Writing and translatings expressions"

And we don't know no right from wrong

And, shit, here i am, writing this song

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

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

He fathered my thinking and my writing ability

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Music and writing were my only friends

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

As you're writing raps and reading some novels

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

And they said keep writing n it'll all come easy

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

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when