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

We brothers forever, to the end and counting

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

No it's not our time, you saw my last rhyme

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Its not easy when you just have your two feet

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

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

You styles perish in the fabric of the community rhyme is not something

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Why in blueprint to don't rhyme with lose? you saying two won't chime with who?

Im not getting up because im counting sheep

Take cee around town as if everything cheap