This is a song about "Rhyming death"

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Which to me looks like your doing more gaming, then rhyming,

Even though it's difficult, we say the same thangs rhyming,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

My rhyming stays stellar, woah step back,

Can't win with a passive attack

I shall but love thee better after death.

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

But modern rhyming takes its toll

It's apart of her goal

I shed so many tears

That's all u need is death

A visceral individual wrecking rhyming syllables

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups