This is a song about "Make good lyrics"

Eight minutes, i aint kidding; i make great lyrics and stay chillin'.

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

I will write lyrics later but for now just listen to the song for now its pretty good.

We living for our worldly desires, building our empires on things we put

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Am in the game to make a change for the greater good

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Recently, lyrics just seem to talk to me, like when you going to make cd

I make tight lyrics but i still don't get any pay

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,