This is a song about "Stop trying to rhyme"

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Stop thinking so hard and trying so hard

I be ballin, they wonder why

Trying to stop us fuckers, you may try

Trying to perfect my flow and rhyme skills, trying to rap fast,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Making my brain hard to rhyme

25 with an ltime to prepare to do fed time

For me to manufacture a rhyme/

Just stop trying yo makin a fool of yourself

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

Trying to stop us fuckers, you may try

But i need to prodcue the rhyme

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time