This is a song about "The rhyme"

Just because bigc be the great rhyme sayer

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Cause i use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

My state is right, new york, the best with the rhyme

The dope the rhyme wizard

Gotta work - slight work

My life is on the line every time i rhyme

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

Have all the rappers calling me out all spit a rhyme

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

To understand the words in my rhyme

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

How the rhyme forces the source for thoughts that's lost

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort