This is a song about "Combine"

So i crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

When you catch up to my jetline on a rusty combine

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

I got a part time

But sometimes when you combine

When i combine the two weapons i get the devil's horn

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

First you need to combine the acts of your stupid ass

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

And combine with the minds of some brighter people

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Sip some wine, while i combine a kind of gourmet delight

Cause them wolf gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like

So i crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time