This is a song about "Your rhymes"

This is how she want to live

Or end your life with rhymes.

Spit rhymes into your anatomy,

Third ward general, young cash money

And to add to the drama your rhymes

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Always knew where the pot was

Your rhymes look so atrocious

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Your bars are nursery rhymes,kindergarten lines

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

(starts at :16) okay drop bars fuck that i spit rhymes thatll destroy your fuckin rhymes,