This is a song about "The thing about rhyme"

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

The only thing i care about in a verse is meaning/

Even the note when he talked about his little... thing.

I'll be your student loan girl you ain't heard nothing

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Ugh what the fuck am i talking about im high righ now, and i still rhyme fly,

Since we not even talking

And witness the entire n.w.a. thing

You know the one thing i notice about critics man?

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

So check my net worth, and i got them jerseys moving

But when in reality i'm the real thing