This is a song about "Two verse"

Placed a verse taken quickly

Bitch, they call it motor city

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

To every verse of my rap

But in the meantime it's lights please

Two different stories,

It was just the four of us uptown corners

Miley your a bitch spit your shit verse,

You cant deliver one verse,

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Im number one your number two

He ain't give a fuck about you

Verse writing, hearse riding,

And i'm still climbing

My densest frees are condensed in this verse

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours