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

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

Every rhyme you ever spit

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

I'm just doing my thing, trying to think of the perfect rhyme/

I never use a fork i always spoon her

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

On how to spit a real rhyme,im aids nobody wants to fuck with me but i feel fine

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Boo me,do it,haters make me feel better,

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Best believe im better when ive had some weed,

The revolution will proceed

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,