This is a song about "Stop rhyming"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Humboldt represented through my rhyming, living in copper

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

Shout out my nigga miles

Open up your contacts then scroll

But modern rhyming takes its toll

It's really not an issue

Fuck rhyming why battle rap you?

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

(experimental rhyming)

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

So here i am at the store for some chips

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse