This is a song about "Words rhyme spit struggles weed doing better fuck haters"

I rhyme cleaner than janitors doing overtime

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

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

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire/

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Like fuck all the haters

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Just because you can rhyme words

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Wants to fuck with cause if so, you better lay low cause i spit fire with desire

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Every rhyme you ever spit