This is a song about "Spiting rhymes"

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

You know you jelous of these rhymes

Rollin' down the four o five

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Until you ran out of rhymes.

All the time with this glock of mines

Hit em with the bomb rhymes

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

You should spend more time practicing your rhymes

Enlighten shit as i spit, these dope rhymes.

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

The world seems strange at times

When spitting all of these rhymes