This is a song about "Fucking rhymes"

Wale they call me tiger stripes

I'm about to murder you with some rhymes

Not copy and paste rhymes.

What we gotta do to survive

Where i tend to let out random rhymes...

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

The world seems strange at times

I put together these rhymes

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Fucking nonexistent as my fucking competition

When spitting all of these rhymes

They say we living in troubled times

Hop in and let me test drive

Connect four,connect rhymes

Before we see it's hard to live

Done with the corny rhymes