This is a song about "Ill rhymes"

Nigga fuck the black and whites

When spitting all of these rhymes

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Some say my flow is ill

Lady at the frank stand will

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

#3 (#internals #and #multi #end #rhymes)

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

With deep, intricate, meticulous rhymes