This is a song about "A rap rhyme"

Have all the rappers calling me out all spit a rhyme

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

Cause i use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme

I rhyme like a laptop to get a rap prop

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

A mind uplifted with rhyme equipment

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

Cause i can take a simple rhyme

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Once upon a time, i stumbled upon this rhyme

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

That the people who can't earn a dime can't have a rhyme,

Everyday, all the time, this shit cant be explained through a rhyme,

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime