This is a song about "Hit them rhymes"

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

You're forced to rewrite every line hit, pause, drum snare or rhymes spit

If i could have 25 wives

Hit em with the bomb rhymes

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

But spit them rhymes like me , couse i aint never ever wrong

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Hit them when i get gems with the venom in my rhythm

Back up on my fly shit

After that moscato hit

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Go find rhymes that aren't discrete and find time to make them neat

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Rhymes flowing naturally,

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

We hit ya soul like a vietnam hit