This is a song about "3 guys making rhymes"

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Why didn't i kill those fucking guys..

'cause 3 individuals suddenly disappeared

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

You make a nigga sing songs nice

And keep away from clients this bad guys

#3 (#internals #and #multi #end #rhymes)

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

But ignite the lighter making my rhymes like fire and ice/

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

The chore is making rhymes and many times you fuck up about crimes

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Why not me the same thing

Rawest practice and making