This is a song about "The 27 amendments"

Erode the sands of time, off this sho', you cannot rhyme, with/

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Whoo ride with the burner in the blackened lex/

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Seshin on this killa reefa that be the pol pot/

Whoever is about to responde to my battle just know that im and incredible rap bat,

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Head turner, got the whole block snappin necks/

You be get up on this fly shit baby

She in the mountain jeep, always be mouthin me/