This is a song about "Writing classes"

Writing rhyme after rhyme every year

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Straight g thing, double m g thing

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing

Writing relentless on sheets

Malcolm x, by any means

Instead of writing a rap, writing an essay

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

But instead you've put anger into writing

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

Skip classes, snort blunt ashes out of our mustaches

The classes are so long and they really suck

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck