This is a song about "Concious ryhmes"

Words corrupted him and made him self concious again,

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Yet when you listen ya concious starts becomin so fucking curious

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Can't beleive the ryhmes i have read