This is a song about "Nigga stop trying to rhyme"

Nigga that's like trying to bake with no flour

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Trying to stop us fuckers, you may try

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

So why don't you stop trying,

And my grandmother dying

Welcome to organized crime

To blast out that pipebomb rhyme

Yo i've been doin' this shit, i rhyme with my nigga randy,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

So it's time for me to stop writing, or i'll roast the rappers that's trying.

Actually that's kinda frightening, but you'll cum quick like lighting

In time we learned to live a life of crime

For me to manufacture a rhyme/