This is a song about "The rhyme"

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Never had the time of day to hear a white boy rhyme

Save some, save none at the same time

Dropped the sign, one way to bust a rhyme

Sometimes the truth dont rhyme

Lady g, willy b in time

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

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

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

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

The prime in me helping me create unnecessary rhyme

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

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

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold