This is a song about "Writing novels"

Writing beautiful tales of our adventures

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

But instead you've put anger into writing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

Keep the bitches on my dick

I'm writing this real quick

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

You cant see them,i secretly invade the novels,

As you're writing raps and reading some novels

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Writing relentless on sheets

Tryna kill my dreams

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

I've become immune to you no name haters