This is a song about "U ain t got rhymes"

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Oh u got skill? well u must have misplaced it

U better start dancin/ got u hard glancin/pardon my repertoire

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Cause girl u got me going crazy

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

Now u wanna fuck me...bt u haven't got that tool

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..

Then i got better and used measured rhymes

I apologized a trillion times

Now u wanna fuck me...bt u haven't got that tool

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule