This is a song about "I dont know how to rhyme"

Im here to get personal an slaughter you, maybe your daughter to, be scared of what ill do

You don't have to know how to rhyme to get into music/ just have others write your lyrics for you/

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I don't even know how to rhyme i don't wanna rap no more

There's crack, there's crack

I don't know how to rap,

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

To think of something deep and how it would rhyme

I dont know what to say/ they askin for features

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

I dont know if you are smart enough to even attempt what i know

I dont even know my own head but im sure it dont lie to me,

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

I dont need to rhyme to this beat to say i hate you all the fucking time