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

I rhyme divine, designed and my words refined i shine

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

You write words that don't rhyme, so i figured i'd climb

So let's have a toast, everything fine

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

Died as implied by words which i spit as described

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

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

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Africana, black as ghana, be my attire

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire

I find it, write it, and spit it, reciting my rhyme set

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Words with no rhyme? we rhyme it anyway..

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