This is a song about "How i got the ryhmes"

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

I know i’m 'bout to kill it, how you know? i got that feeling

How many times i got to say it for it to count?

And put another half a mil in my bank account

(i got that hot bitch in my home) you know how many hot bitches i own?

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

I got a lot of shit inside that i don't know how to release,

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

I'm pushing it for the corner

Claiming how they got the burner

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

I got my scythe sharpened now, soon you will be asking how,

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

I got a condom and i know how to use it

So how the fuck do i save

But i know i see better days