This is a song about "Spiting rhymes"

With deep, intricate, meticulous rhymes

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

I feel the one problem in my rhymes

Picture me lettin this chump survive

We hustle to survive

To this beats and these rhymes,

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

And focus more on my rhymes.

Take her back to where i live

Its crunch time i crunch rhymes

Rhymes flowing naturally,

Hopin' that my niggas see

Got a flock full of dimes

And as i come up with rhymes

Spiting on, don't give him a hand, fuck him he doesn't got what you got

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop