This is a song about "These rymes"

Demons, these angels just took control of these beasts

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

These years these fucking living nightmares

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Normally i order three or four of these

And i’m still trying to defy these guys, all these politicians,

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

I'm calling these shots i'm jumpin these charts

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

Im visious when i kiss these

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Trees discovered never been structured like these