This is a song about "Rigorous"

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Murdering this game all ready as a youngin' which is rigorous

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Cigarettes when i'm finished, it's rigorous, to win this meager diss

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Hawk up venom, i'm a street poet through rigorous times,