This is a song about "Rymes are so tight"

So many kids are hungry,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

U are been so motherfucking

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

On so tight that it begins to constrict your veins

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Your words are tight, not gonna lie, so fly they touch the sky,

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

So press your lips to mines, take my hands and hold them tight

Yeah you're rhymes are so tight, just as your ass might

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

I flit words in the speed of light, your raps ain't tight so quit rapping tonight

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Mediocre jobs are not so stable