This is a song about "Your rhymes are shit"

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

My rhymes are that hot i start a fire watch your attire.

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

Your bars are nursery rhymes,kindergarten lines

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

I do the right thing

Bitch please your rhymes are boring

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

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

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

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time