This is a song about "My rhymes are work of art"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

While my rhymes are still dope 'n' frightening

Yea my rhymes still are whack

That we ain't never had

My rhymes are crazy and my skills incontrovertible

To make karma come faster than she normally will

That my rhymes are making them feeling impressed

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Feeling every set of emotions within my heart, girls walk by lookin like art,

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

These damn rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket, i can't stop it

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit