This is a song about "Klime the lime"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Lime life amazing ,light ya ass on fire now you blazing

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Now its the birth of mcs that bask in the lime light

I'm hearin' this shit, your rhymes are sour tastin' like lime

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

I'm the sick mixture, pricks i'll give ya shit to lime lighters,

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

I'm live, not lime, but you can pirate this

Same thing with this music

Your lime ricks, can't handle my click/

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,