This is a song about "Rhythm"

You've got no rhythm,

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

Hit them when i get gems with the venom in my rhythm

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Yo now watch me kill 'em with the funky rhythm

Their symptoms sound like sizzling rhythm

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Sit back and unwind to this mystical rhythm

Yo, this is some funky rhythm hitting composition

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Heroism is my rhythm

I'm caged up in state prison

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck