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

I have no fucking problem or whores in my life

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

My talent should take me places i've never been

On trial for possession of some chronic

So be gone with your whack rhymes, you aint no mc

Something no drug will have you facing

Bun b, i’m underground king

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

Beat down and be upbeat, when you don't have no-thing

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

Beats and rap change my life, no joke

When i'm on it, on it like my job