This is a song about "Shit rhymes"

Dreams riding him on rockets shit in his locket of rhymes from his pocket

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Your rhymes are all whack, there so shit you must of pulled em out of your crack,

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

And focus more on my rhymes.

These rhymes you call, it's the same shit i smear

A lot of people called it last year

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

We got no time for pussy ass rhymes, take your shit back an resite your lines,

Its crunch time i crunch rhymes

All the time with this glock of mines

Im not from this planet,im on some other shit,your rhymes get smothered quick

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

I'm hearin' this shit, your rhymes are sour tastin' like lime