This is a song about "Spitting rhymes with your brother"

That's what rains for

I'll get in your brother,

Hop in and let me test drive

When spitting all of these rhymes

I have a dream, i’m saying rhymes, spitting tight raps,

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Or end your life with rhymes.

Got a flock full of dimes

But on the real i feel your deal with rhymes will bring a strong attack

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

I'm spitting kinds of wicked rhymes, know i've got the sickest lines,

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

I am spitting rhymes out like i am a type of robot

And all the shit you went through

Spitting your beats with your so called crew