This is a song about "No rhymes"

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

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

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Drop rhymes, no mental constipation

You said that my rhymes belong on disney, but yet you want no cussing in a rap battle

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Check me out ain't no time pout, my rhymes are sick these hoes be on my dick

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Now that's what you call a game

Rhymes hit me, there's no pain

Its crunch time i crunch rhymes

The world seems strange at times

Old school til i die no reason to testify im satisfied by multi syllable rhymes

When niggas act bitch-made she got the heart to fightnigga my girlfriend, though we separated at times