This is a song about "I spit the best rhymes"

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

I spit vicious rhymes, you make fictitious lines

Till i colapse, i spit rhymes till i drop

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

I just spit six lines of quick and sick rhymes to pass the time

I run the fame, i spit rhymes about you when i'm bored then picture slicing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

Or those who spit the truest rhymes, bro, that's what you decide

Randomly spit the rhymes, follow me, kick the style,

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

Rhymes that i spit won't be to hard for you to handle