This is a song about "Your rhymes are shit"

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Let me have it your rhymes are mine from last week

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Your rhymes are soweak it's almost like they are theological,

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

I'm hearin' this shit, your rhymes are sour tastin' like lime

Your rhymes are so old, if they sit out they're gonna rot.

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

To imply your rhymes are fly is a pathological lie

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

My rhymes are biddable, physical, clinical to your health even critical

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Your rhymes are dirty and smell bad like sauerkraut,