This is a song about "Anything that rhymes with tion"

I stay with in a shell of hope that my rhymes will stay dope

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

And as i come up with rhymes

When i get my hands on nines

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

I ain't that smooth ass nigga with them rhymes that flow like silk.

With anything you need, i'm young k to the fucking scene.

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

With deep, intricate, meticulous rhymes

Bring the battering ram where you live

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Hit em with the bomb rhymes

With wonder rhymes that leave their minds served like

They say love is the slowest form of suicide