This is a song about "Words that rhyme with mold"

Like a rhyme with birthday and first place then they call that sublime

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

I should rhyme rhyme with ramen noodles

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire

Take those words and i mold it into some kind of advantage

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

I need to be the cheese with green like soakin' mold, god only knows,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

But i can't find that line inside my mind, i rhyme with peace of mind,

Shout out bobby on hundreds

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

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