This is a song about "I got good rhymes"

To good for it why i got to lie?

Thuggin' till the day i die

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

I got bars for days i should sign to good music

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

I know i'm just level four but i got sick rhymes i'm the devil's foe/

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

That shits been used a billion times i got a billion rhymes

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

His rhymes to my flows, i got out-voted

I've been down feelin like i am clown through are not that good rhymes

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

I'd be good though cause i always got some #fly #sneakers on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

When it comes to rhymes, man, i guess i got a few