This is a song about "Lebron of rhyme"

You're the punch line of every rhyme that i spit.

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Lebron james, when im in the paint

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Your lines of rhyme just keep getting lower and lower

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

And say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

25 with an ltime to prepare to do fed time

My moral of this rhyme, is to watch your back online,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Like fuckin marcus camby, i'm delonte west, lebron moms getting fucked

Never had the time of day to hear a white boy rhyme

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time