This is a song about "The rhyme"

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

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Just because bigc be the great rhyme sayer

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Spit rhyme after rhyme, i'm flying off the page

You see i promised that i'd never change

Dropped the sign, one way to bust a rhyme

Would look at us all the time

To understand the words in my rhyme

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

The prime in me helping me create unnecessary rhyme

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time