This is a song about "Shit rhymes"

Ill eat your rhymes for brunch, and shit the lines before lunch,

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

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

Short days, long nights

Done with the corny rhymes

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

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

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

I'm sayin' that i don't spend that much time on rhymes to shit on you

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

What we gotta do to survive

When spitting all of these rhymes

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Enlighten shit as i spit, these dope rhymes.