This is a song about "Rhymes for days"

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Love your wicked ways got you fucking for days

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Inside your head until you can't take no more, insane for days!

Same clothes for days, same spot for months

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Sorry but i could just diss that bitch for days

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

It was normal, just for a few days

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Yee yee these js stay fresh for days,

And i got them gold bottles, first place

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Like laser rays and razor blades, for days and days,