This is a song about "U got no rhythm"

I got rhythm and flow and the syncopation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

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

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

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

You've got no rhythm,

Come get some, you little bum

They bringing me fish and chips

No....u cant handle these weapons!

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Blessed spittinn /expressed rhythm

Where u will tear and cry and shout but no one will help u

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

Your flow sucks with no rhythm, flows hit you, knock ya back,