This is a song about "My rhymes"

Yea my rhymes still are whack

Try to jack and i will attack

To get them niggas while they laid back

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

I give bitches dick and leave

Clouded thought my rhymes schemes

Living in,my notebook's still filled with rhymes

What we gotta do to survive

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

My rhymes for all this dueling

My lines refining and rhymes redefining

And getting money is the song i sing

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

It's my time to shine, and it's a sign that my rhymes