This is a song about "Rhyme internal rhyme rhythm meter foot iamb trochee and iambic pentameter"

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

Bars, one mic, and their mine, i was made to rhyme

And live a life of rhyme

Huh, got to get better with time

Automatic kill for pennies

And whoever thought i would rhyme these,

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

To think of something deep and how it would rhyme

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Casually ill drop a rhyme

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

To blast out that pipebomb rhyme

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

I don't recognized, i'm jeopardized, and i should never rhyme,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Whenever i got a rhyme and feel lonely