This is a song about "Your lyrics ate jokr"

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

When you write your lyrics your going to go mental,

Cause your lyrics are as strong as a tape measure sword/

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout

I scream curse words louder than your main bitch, when i ate her pussy out

Your lyrics sound like your a handicap

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Because my lyrics are draggin' your lyrical corpse across the place

Man your lyrics are so stale, your delivery is frail,

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

Your lyrics im gna rip threw

Whipping whatever i, 460ls you

Im still here but i can't skate

Owe to me for overdue ate