This is a song about "Rhythm"

Once removed you can join into a solar rhythm

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

It's slight blemishes and life system

My words are my rhythm

Cause of your inability, to keep rhythm and stability

Hopefully they see the talent i carry just like jimmy

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Already my first step, my rhythm dramatically curves,

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Kill 'em witha rhythm, read them your past,

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.