This is a song about "I writed these ryhmes"

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

These lyrics that i spit out to these rappers are forbidden fruit,

I put together these rhymes

I wish i could have 25 wives

All these rappers fake i use no backdrop/

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

We ahead of the curve

I make these bitches disperse