This is a song about "Words rhyme spit struggles weed"

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

All i'm doing is saying words and making them rhyme

I'm going out my fuckin mind, they think i spit a lucky rhyme/

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

All these words i spit so dirty, should be takin a bath

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire/

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Stone cold rhyme, that i spit it in abundance,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Rhyme words in a furnace like a freezer can't ice this

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business