This is a song about "Blast rhymes all day"

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Now i grab my gun and blast my rhymes

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

It's same shit everyday, day after day, all the same.

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

Few chips, i get out n' spray

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Stealing shit all day it ain't right either

When spitting all of these rhymes

Been spending most our lives

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

But its hard to remember since i loose all my rhymes

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Some day i hope you all holler back

Confided in my boyfriend and talked all day

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say