This is a song about "Lebron of rhyme"

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Bitch i got extras of supernumeraries, line after line features the exact same rhyme,

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

Too take the piss out of your rhyme

To think of something deep and how it would rhyme

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

Lose track of time when i rhyme like i misplaced the clock

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

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

Of rhyme and the essence of time you have to cherish before

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

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