This is a song about "My rhymes are sick"

My rhymes are mystical, sometimes even scriptural

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

My rhymes are incredible, invincible, invisible,

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

My rhymes are a trapdoor that accidentally traps

I flash smiles at the mean looks

My rhymes are neat unlike yours,

My sick rhymes got you woozy yo, an automatic oozy flow

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Check me out ain't no time pout, my rhymes are sick these hoes be on my dick

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

Or something that you paid for

My rhymes are sharper then a dagger/

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic