This is a song about "Rhymes of lunacy"

And y'all kind of talk about but they're truly silent rhymes,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

I am spitting rhymes out like i am a type of robot

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

Now do ya get it you can't win i'm king of rhymes

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

Writing rhymes all day is my form of expression

Just to make it in this broadway lights

When spitting all of these rhymes

You'd like someone to give you an opinion of your rhymes

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Together yeah cause i had enough of you shit rhymes

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times