This is a song about "Dropin hard beats and rhymes"

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

For thinking you clean

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

If riding beats for you is hard don't ever be confronting

Simeon smoke plenty green and addicted to rippin beats/

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Although he has the thoughts that his rhymes aren't really that hard

Whack rhymes, weak beats, no fans, zero likes, most of all,

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Through rhymes and beats i let my spirit be

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Locked in chains of rhymes and cuffed in beats,

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

I keep on living through hard times, because of my insignificant rhymes,