This is a song about "This shit doesnt even rhyme"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

And dont bother resting your case because this shit aint even over

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

(ball so hard) this shit weird, we ain't even s'posed to be here

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

I cant even come up with a rhyme in the meantime

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Wouldn't even be taking this shit if deshaun didn't die

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

When i rhyme and spit /and write this shit and feel stuck in the darkness that im residing in

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Sitting on name brand and u sitting on some shit thats not even in this country