This is a song about "You can t rhyme"

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

The struggle for the rhyme is real realistically speaking rhymes can kill.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

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

Every damn rhyme, you won't forget

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Not sure how to rhyme but i can bar like foo

No disrespect, but motherfuck you

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

I won't give you another chance, battle me when you can come up with a rhyme,

Just because you can rhyme words

Shout out bobby on hundreds