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

Mediocre jobs are not so stable

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

After the two thousand no one could rhyme better

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Championships, three and stop counting / another banner is what your counting

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

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

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

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

It's not thanksgiving but only two days later

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for