This is a song about "Check my rymes"

Now i'm shinin in the broad, day-light - go figure

All my fans are getting pumped up- check the barometer

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

Check this- i'm fucked gone mental, these thoughts are my stencil

My matrix was just a check list

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

I know my lyrics twist, no need to check the sanity gauge!

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

Check this out homie my parents are gone for the week

This ain't easy, im thinking

Check the stats, my team winning

And i need you to show me love

Fuck betta go check on my status!

Mistakes ona mixtape and make my rymes pen i trate in your mind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find