This is a song about "Rhyming death"

Dc has never seen such progress

All i want now, is death

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

I'm rhyming, shining, autograph signing,

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Uncontrolled rhyming like i had cerebral palsy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

My rhyming stays stellar, woah step back,

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

I'm hoping i confess

Grow older, closer to death.

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks