This is a song about "Rhymes with knows"

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

I'm 8 ballin with your dealer and he knows my last name get the fuck out

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

Stuck with no friends, and so nobody knows him,

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Smashing you with wicked rhymes till' i collapse/

With deep, intricate, meticulous rhymes

Bring the battering ram where you live

With the rhymes i'm inventing,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Who knows? they're probably tapping us with fiber optic wire,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Everyone knows not to fuck with me,

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

He's acting like he knows poverty with that cake in his hand