This is a song about "Bad rapper with no gig"

No rhyme is a bad rhyme

Me love you long time

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Fifty cents your favorite rapper man, no wonder you're fed up

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

No flow, not a real rapper, can't handle a beat

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Anyone who tries me is a fake rapper, no dollars just counterfeit."

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

Another rapper mixed in with gangster mothafucka you're not tupac!

No need to feel bad and repent

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Seeing people with bad reputation

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Big bull, mad rapper with balls of steel

But ain't gonna be no stress in here