This is a song about "You can t rhyme"

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Every rhyme you ever spit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

No more splurging on fitteds at goliath

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

You can tell everybody that you know how to rhyme too

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

No barrier, i can keep an open mind every time i rhyme

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time