This is a song about "Rhyme lord"

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

Spittin rhyme after rhyme and committin hard crime

You say prasie the lord

Fresh out the airport

Casually ill drop a rhyme

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches

Or something that you paid for

Your only lord/ lurking for more

Writing rhyme after rhyme every year

Y'all mario brothers, i'm metal gear

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Been given birth in war, a castle that traps a lord

And actually put out a rhyme

In time we learned to live a life of crime