This is a song about "Lebron of rhyme"

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

With that gorgeous face, i don't know your name, it ain't important babe cuz i'mma call you mine

But off of that story, let me get back to my rhyme/

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

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

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

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

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

Every rhyme that i rap is a signal of an expert

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

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

I got a dollar and a dream

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean