This is a song about "Writing rap on rappaf"

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

Marathons writing songs on daylight savings time

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Can't stand without writing rap and

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

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

Instead of writing a rap, writing an essay

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

Instead i sit alone writing lyrics on a crumpled piece of paper

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

But i'm white as the writing on a blackboard so what you think of that.

Coroners comfort your mama

I put the rap game on jakarta.