This is a song about "You think i cant rhyme"

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

You my homie if we think alike, but there's more to me than just this typical rhyme

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

I cant even come up with a rhyme in the meantime

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

Then i cant believe you think you young and tripping

When i was starving now it's payback

Eight years old i cant believe when i think back

She need now, she ain't never needed love

I cant stress it enough to you imbeciles

I cant believe you think you could get these pricks

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

You hungry faggots eat my rhymes, when i throw a rhyme.

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

I think im going insane beginning to come a domain i just cant maintain

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again