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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

If haters are like lions be a t rex eating them up before u get ate

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Oh u got skill? well u must have misplaced it

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Cause baby i got u and u know this

Then i got better and used measured rhymes

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

It was plain to c she gave birth to a c-u-n-t

U got 32 lienes but u'll never win

Ambition, pardon my ambition

Look it something they can't ever see

Cause girl u got me going crazy