This is a song about "No rhymes"

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Whack rhymes, weak beats, no fans, zero likes, most of all,

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

Baby all i do is rap

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Be defeted i can't be beat i spit these rhymes like no one else people

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Rhymes flowing naturally,

They say we living in troubled times

Done with the corny rhymes

Be my mother lover

I make rhymes like no other

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