This is a song about "Writing music"

I'm the sushi king

That’s just something worth writing

Bring the battering ram where you live

Writing rhymes is a fetish

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Got the passion for the music

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Why not me the same thing

Verse writing, hearse riding,

I just wanna make music,

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Knowing when its over blastin music

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit