This is a song about "Wrote"

Put my trust in my dog

I'm not, wrote this like a bot

And wrote my flows with your blood smears

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Make way for the man who takes pride in what he wrote

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

So that's why i sit and spit the raps that i wrote

That translates into everything i wrote,

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

As i light one for ill will

I wrote me a manual

Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope

You're trying to remember of the rhymes that you just wrote

Establishment is faggot shit, i'm snapping all the rules he wrote

Yeah, y’all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load