This is a song about "No rhymes"

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

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

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

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

Drop rhymes, no mental constipation

First off congratulations on the win

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

Took my heart away from money

Rhymes flowing naturally,

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

So be gone with your whack rhymes, you aint no mc

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Like im a grandma knitting these rhymes with no caution and effortless

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love