This is a song about "The rhyme"

Have all the rappers calling me out all spit a rhyme

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

But i need to prodcue the rhyme

No timeouts homeboy, just one time

Now the passion from the booth comes alive in a rhyme,

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

The dope the rhyme wizard

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

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

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

Too take the piss out of your rhyme

That the people who can't earn a dime can't have a rhyme,

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

Just because bigc be the great rhyme sayer

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for