This is a song about "Writing my own raps"

Been writing raps since the age 3 headphone on in the attic

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

But writing raps is the toughest fight,

But i gotta make sure i’m right

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Im my own person in my own lane,

Writing my rhymes like a real emcee should

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Heart made of stone

Did it all on my own

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Writing raps like psychopaths

I'm writing this off my head

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Writing off scraps of the paper, know i might not make raps that are major

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for