This is a song about "Lebron of rhyme"

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

Instead of pulling them out of my own mind, but now this time when i rhyme they're mine,

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

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

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Lebron james, when im in the paint

Bun b, i’m underground king

Getting the lebron feeling

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

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

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

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

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

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door