This is a song about "Gimme rhyme"

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Dont you dare gimme the hatred look in your eye

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

7-2 virgins? nah gimme 20 sluts/

This is anti mark mcguire it takes patience for power

Gimme a mic the building gonna get louder and louder,

She prefer the dutty wine

To blast out that pipebomb rhyme

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit