This is a song about "Tough times and rhymes"

Choosing my rhymes layering my lines swearing at all times carrying nines/

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

I keep on living through hard times, because of my insignificant rhymes,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

You act tough and stand tall

Baby, let me give you a call

About disaster in the world and

Times may be tough right at this moment

Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

He says i'm at level 2 with my rhymes, mister amir, wait for tough times,

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

I bust rhymes like emissions i lust times like premonitions

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

Niggas actin tough with the rhymes they spit