This is a song about "Writing stori"

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

But instead you've put anger into writing

Writing beautiful tales of our adventures

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

And this will be the song that we sing

No guys, i won't stop what i'm writing.

Writing relentless on sheets

Can barely walk the city streets

For setting up traps

Writing raps like psychopaths

Creatively writing verses, basically spitting sermons,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

Whoever's writing my books using permanent