This is a song about "Stop trying to rhyme you got to grind"

Trying to get to you

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

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

Trying to stop us fuckers, you may try

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

You gon need some gills, to not drown in my rhyme

So hot when you walk i got to stop drop and roll

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Some fucking weed to grind

You on my mind

People trying to make you fail

My mom broke but she posted the bail

You reflect in this heart of mine

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,