This is a song about "My rhymes are sick"

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

My rhymes are crazy and my skills incontrovertible

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

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

My rhymes are mystical, sometimes even scriptural

My rhymes are logical,

As i light one for ill will

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

My rhymes are a trapdoor that accidentally traps

My rhymes are better than you average joes,

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

I can't keep running away

My rhymes are like an electric ray

My rhymes are sharper then a dagger/

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for