This is a song about "Writing raps"

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

That’s just something worth writing

Let my angel sing

Verse writing, hearse riding,

Writing raps with pencil and lead, lines i'm ready instead

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Writing raps so well i deserve my own biography, i mean i already have a documentary,

You know, it's like i'm livin just to diei fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if i'm worthy

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Who stays up at night just writing raps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

Get off a key like i can’t sing

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing