This is a song about "My rymes perfectionist to the dime"

Mistakes ona mixtape and make my rymes pen i trate in your mind

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

My audience with ever rhyme. drop the mic and silence calls out the dime,

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

I'll laugh it off and pass it off as i walk by with a dime and wine to dine and wine like i won

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

My bitches like to cut the dope, and bag it for a dime and at the same time

Callin' her up on the phone, quarter-dime telly nigga,

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Beautiful women come at the drop of dime

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Probably wave goodbye at the same time