This is a song about "My rhymes are tight"

Look, now roll my j tight

But there's nothing else inside

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

That my rhymes are making them feeling impressed

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

My rhymes are like an electric ray

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

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

My rhymes are a trapdoor that accidentally traps

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks