This is a song about "My rhymes"

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

Playing pong with my dimes, making paradigms but oftentimes i'm spitting rhymes

They say we living in troubled times

Living in,my notebook's still filled with rhymes

Now hey little mama

Now my rhymes straight lasagna.

Baby, you know who you are

Just because my rhymes a greater

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

And focus more on my rhymes.

My rhymes are free and abysmal

As i light one for ill will

She can make a pimp fall in love

My rhymes come off as venomous,

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

My rhymes are crazy and my skills incontrovertible