This is a song about "Nursery rhymes"

I used to have a nine to five

Until you ran out of rhymes.

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

The world seems strange at times

I put together these rhymes

Connect four,connect rhymes

When i get my hands on nines

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Fuckin paedophilia rampant in the nursery

Nigga fuck the black and whites

I feel the one problem in my rhymes

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

I don't know why i'm even on this track

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

Just go back to nursery,and learn at least one rhyme that's good enough to be called a line,