This is a song about "Fuck you and your rhymes"

Im killin you with rhymes fuck the weapons no need for smith and wesson,

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

One that you haven't experienced in your peachy little lyric rhymes

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

Fuck your apologies and fuck what you say,

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

And say fuck you to your parents,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

You'd like someone to give you an opinion of your rhymes

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

Tie your dumbass in the corner and make you watch as i fuck your former lover,

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

The chore is making rhymes and many times you fuck up about crimes