This is a song about "Rhyming lines"

But modern rhyming takes its toll

This shit has got my soul

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

What's wrong with rhyming for the dark side,

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

She just keeps singing rappin and rhyming

(experimental rhyming)

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Uncontrolled rhyming like i had cerebral palsy

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

But im not leavin, til this battle i completed with my sophisticated rhyming,

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

What preceded was the clue

Fuck rhyming why battle rap you?