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

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

A crazy toker with bars that rhyme

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

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

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

You're lyrically outweighed, so afraid that i'll blow your rap up with a rhyme grenade

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

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

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

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

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

Try to get away with words and verses that already blow.

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe