This is a song about "Stop trying to rhyme u got no time"

No way out, u trying to find out what to do

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

Tag, time for you to hit me up with a good rhyme/

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Dont got time for no bitches,

Trying to come at me...homie i wish u would,

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Coz u ain't got no use

Stop trying to play dim, no truce or alliance

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

It's no time to keep up a rhyme,

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

So it's time for me to stop writing, or i'll roast the rappers that's trying.