I'm just sittin here, starin at the screen./
Had a long day at work, I just finished cuttin trees./
Now I'm not doin shit, I'm just workin these flows./
Gotta ring on the telly, I'm just jerkin these hoes./
Countin money that I made, cuz I'm so damn paid./
Sittin back in my chair, just spittin my game./
Gotta keyboard in front of me, typin my name./
Song after song made, cuz I'm so trained./
Got a Miami Ink hat, Urban Culture jacket./
Dogtags on my neck, cuz I'm Watchdog status./
Sippin on coke and Jack, while smokin uh grape Black./
Just rappin about nuthin, cuz I got it like that./
These otha rappers are nuthin, cuz I come right back./
When they tryda say sumthin, I just webcam stacks./
I don't even rap much, I just make that money./
Even when my game sucks, I still make that money./
And so I just click through, when there's nuthin to do./
Right now I'm watchin rap videos on Youtube./
You can find me on Facebook, get your whole face took./
Fuckin witta damn crook, tell me how my face looks./
And I dont like to cook, that's why I pay cooks./
Some verses just suck, that's why they make hooks./
I'm justa bad man, come mister tally man./
Down here to Fort Myers, a-k-a, Pakistan./
Playin witta rubberband, rappin bout uh rubberband./
Liten up my Black again, takin off my jacket and.../
Lookin through uh magazine, puffin on my nicotein./
Ooo I'd like to buy this gun, but I'd make uh murda scene./
Now I'm fuckin thirsty B', Jack brings out the worst in me./
So I'm headed to the store, plus I need some gasoline./
Nah I aint uh fuckin feign, gotta fuel the truck I mean./
Let me click before I go, post it up and rope uh team./
Speakin of, Buddy called and now he wants some dopamine./
I'll be back, money is my muthafuckin everything./
Peace.../

This one seems like a case of pure boredom.