This is a song about "You have no rhymes and no life"

I have no fucking problem or whores in my life

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

But i am trying to find a way to get you a-loan (car note)

Hello in these past few rhymes i have revealed my life i wrote no sugar coat

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

They bringing me fish and chips

Theres no escaping once they have you there

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Im killin you with rhymes fuck the weapons no need for smith and wesson,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Used to find dope in his coat

Beats and rap change my life, no joke

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

And you will fall, no lie it doesn't matter about the size i'll still end your life