This is a song about "My rhymes are sick"

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

My rhymes are logical,

Lady at the frank stand will

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

My rhymes are intensely deep 'n yours are just very weak,

That my rhymes are making them feeling impressed

Carol city or was it the west

When i release my rhymes the votes can't stop.my lines are

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

My rhymes are incredible, invincible, invisible,

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill