This is a song about "When i rhyme i make sure to rhyme slick"

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

You hungry faggots eat my rhymes, when i throw a rhyme.

I rhyme at speeds so supersonic, that they make you vomit.

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Living life working over-time when i rhyme my time dedicated to my mind

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

But i need to prodcue the rhyme

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

I know your man ain't lovin you right

Knowing that i rhyme just to feel alright,

So stupid, when i spit a rhyme i commit a crime,

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

Cause i use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

Cause i use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"