This is a song about "Two jobs not counting rhyme"

Not even two years later i was back on the scene

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Leaving your cranium split in half, like pie but this is a rhyme not a graph,

Now they telling me im not allowed to rhyme on the record

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Not sure how to rhyme but i can bar like foo

Why not explode a nuclear plant two twin towers two thousands and one

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision