This is a song about "Words rhyme spit"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

That i want to rhyme words but first i was lazy

Of the words i spit, they will attack right to thee.

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

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

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

I can always go home and look down my street

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

That try to chase these skirts

Just because you can rhyme words

Died as implied by words which i spit as described

See there no place better than the state of my mind

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

You're the punch line of every rhyme that i spit.

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

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