This is a song about "Writing stori"

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Whoever's writing my books using permanent

Writing bars down in these columns

All we need is convienient love

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing

A couple of sprites but no beer

Writing rhyme after rhyme every year

And writing lyrics to get bent

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Instead of writing a rap, writing an essay

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

But instead you've put anger into writing

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.