This is a song about "Get rhymes"

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

I might write sloppy and my fast rhymes might get slurred

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Don't get too mad at me, i ain't finna apologize for these dastardly rhymes,

Rhymes flowing naturally,

Just to go to liv on a sunday

My rhymes bleeding, so fast they get whiplash

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

I'm genocidal you don't get no trial my rhymes are viral there sick, rethink

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Listen son,these rhymes wont even get you dick,forget sex

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Enough rhymes to maybe try to help get some people through tough times