This is a song about "Can t rhyme"

Just because you can rhyme words

That try to chase these skirts

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Run for cover and return fire

The struggle for the rhyme is real realistically speaking rhymes can kill.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

No barrier, i can keep an open mind every time i rhyme

I can rap about facts that matter and rhyme

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time