This is a song about "No ryhmes"

Can't beleive the ryhmes i have read

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

No more money, no more fame

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

No preference, irrelevant

No groom husband, no bloom

I need a little room

Big homie hov said i am close

No, no, we are not those

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

No conscience, no need for resilience

Had i not been exposed to these things