This is a song about "Your rhymes are weak"

Sometimes i think, what i need

Climbin up this mountain your weak

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

I'm readin your shit d, and rhymes are real hard to find

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

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

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

You weren't fusin' a ruse when you said your rhymes are confusin'

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

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