This is a song about "I writed these ryhmes"

What we gotta do to survive

I put together these rhymes

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

I can kill these writens i my sleep

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I eat these skaters like chicken

This is the part where we run hip hop

All these rappers fake i use no backdrop/

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

I pen point these niggas like a pencil

Can't beleive the ryhmes i have read

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Normally i order three or four of these

And danced around the house in all-over print panties