This is a song about "Your rhymes are wack"

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

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

Silent momentman, i been missing you

Your raps are as wack as dog poo

Now i am a monster, your rhymes are worth a dollar

Now i got em on they toes cause my flow hotter

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

I wish that you could walk that talk but your bars are wack

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

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

I will beat you red,cos your cute rhymes are killing me

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

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