This is a song about "Rhymin"

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

The lives, survived to prize my vital n' heightening energy, rhymin' with better frees

Actually that's kinda frightening, but you'll cum quick like lighting

You poor rhymin', i'm pure diamond, exciting writing not boring typing

The case is closed, i'll make 'em toast, emcees rhymin' on beats,

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Tell my momma i’m a shaman rhymin'

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

The weed gets me higher and my rhymin it inspires

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Rhymin like im ridin high up on dubs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks