This is a song about "Boring"

You poor rhymin', i'm pure diamond, exciting writing not boring typing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

You're bored by the boring broad you taught, i'm talking...

Like a flood of unwilling feelings boring into this hole

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

My intelligence makes this boring, it's terribly dull

It may be boring and your probably snoring but

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Number four, the content in your rap's are just boring

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Why not me the same thing

All y'all rappers get boring

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Bitch please your rhymes are boring