This is a song about "Written in"

And she throws up whatever she eats

It's the estate dream, written in our genes

Dependin on navigation they ever know where they goin

Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-

The mic's offensive with lines i've written

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

In the brain i'm given with every sentence i've written i've inflicted

I'm on the run, keep running

Was written in braille now hail the king

Wished for rhythm never written before

As soon as i walk in the door

Just earlier i took the essay part of exam, in it is the given prompt, it was a well written poem

That's why you cautious when i approached youbeen talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Writing verses can be a freestyle or something written in a week