This is a song about "Fast rhyming"

A visceral individual wrecking rhyming syllables

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Im testin the pray x3 (fast)

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Im testin the pray x3 (fast)

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

You pull up in parking lots

Dangerous tongue, sprung from rhyming words with anguish

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs