This is a song about "Splited rhymes"

Until you ran out of rhymes.

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Who know this be the life that i really live

And to add to the drama your rhymes

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Victim of mine, in come the rhymes

Ironic how i still have the best rhymes

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

To this beats and these rhymes,

Nigga fuck the black and whites

Just to make it in this broadway lights

You know you jelous of these rhymes

I wish i could have 25 wives

Done with the corny rhymes

We hustle to survive

Hit em with the bomb rhymes