This is a song about "Ill rhymes"

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Sure i might be mentally ill, but my rhymes endlessly spill,

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

My ill rhymes, will chill spines/

All the time with this glock of mines

Done with the corny rhymes

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Ill hit ya with rhymes that matter another factor laughter chitter chatter after

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

The world seems strange at times

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Took my heart away from money

Rhymes flowing naturally,