This is a song about "Can t rhyme"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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

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

You reflect me, i love that about you

Not sure how to rhyme but i can bar like foo

Writing rhyme after rhyme every year

I wish i could live with no fear

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Just because you can rhyme words

That try to chase these skirts

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t