This is a song about "Harsh rhymes"

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Riding through palm beach, damn this is a harsh tour.

Rollin' down the four o five

I put together these rhymes

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Come up to me with something harsh

But it’s the goddamn truth, it’s a harsh reality (x2)

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Until you ran out of rhymes.

Gently through and through, truth is truth, harsh or loose, leave a bruise,

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

With deep, intricate, meticulous rhymes

We hustle to survive

Connect four,connect rhymes