This is a song about "No rhymes"

We got no time for pussy ass rhymes, take your shit back an resite your lines,

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

Cause you're the worst best girlfriend i ever had

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

Got a flock full of dimes

When spitting all of these rhymes

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

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Rhymes flowing naturally,

Done with the corny rhymes

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Im killin you with rhymes fuck the weapons no need for smith and wesson,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills