This is a song about "Just be at least 15 lines"

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

Now folks at home be like zoom just hit this cat with the same bar

Yea i know i can't rap, but at least i don't act like i can.

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

At least you'll beat 'em like fiends when you're doin' mathematics,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

I flee the scene, i stay at least a distance. my rhymes are brilliant, you're lines,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Living in a slum, hoping i could at least have a green thumb

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Just wanting to runaway, and to at least win that race

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

They say i got a flow that's worth at least a couple million.

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none