This is a song about "Lebron of rhyme"

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

All the time with this glock of mines

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

But can't come up with a good line of rhyme.

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

To think of something deep and how it would rhyme

Every rhyme that i rap is a signal of an expert

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

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

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

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

Produce the type of rhyme to give you bumpy epidermis

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

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