This is a song about "Guys can t rhyme"

They say tvd can´t rap but they are handicapped,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

No barrier, i can keep an open mind every time i rhyme

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

The struggle for the rhyme is real realistically speaking rhymes can kill.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

I won't give you another chance, battle me when you can come up with a rhyme,

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

I know im broke , but i can get guys