This is a song about "No rhymes"

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

No sword tho just rhymes and blunt smoking alot

No clever rhymes, every time in turns, that's the way it goes,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

I make rhymes like no other

Say bye bye to her

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

When spitting all of these rhymes

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

Drop rhymes, no mental constipation

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

I'm genocidal you don't get no trial my rhymes are viral there sick, rethink

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift