This is a song about "Rhymes with knows"

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

I need to be the cheese with green like soakin' mold, god only knows,

So i guess that's where i hide my things

When you hear my rhymes flowing with eloquence

And as i come up with rhymes

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Rhymes mixed with sharpness easily off this

I'm doing the same thing

With the rhymes i'm inventing,

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin

Stuck with no friends, and so nobody knows him,

Smashing you with wicked rhymes till' i collapse/

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks