This is a song about "Writing classes"

I have your hearts as if i stabbed it with a spear

Writing rhyme after rhyme every year

I'm writing this letter with words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Can barely walk the city streets

Writing relentless on sheets

I bet you half these wack dicksheads never passed college classes

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

A couple classes later the little kid is still all alone

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Watch them get they monica on all day

Instead of writing a rap, writing an essay

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Writing recording hunched over crouching