This is a song about "Ill rhymes"

Or end your life with rhymes.

If i could have 25 wives

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Like bill nye, ill rhymes spill wise but still try makin' a game like hasbro

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

I put together these rhymes

To this beats and these rhymes,

We hustle to survive

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

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Rollin' down the four o five

Done with the corny rhymes

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Ill eat your rhymes for brunch, and shit the lines before lunch,