This is a song about "Your rhymes"

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Nah, man your rhymes just seem below par.

My rhymes are magnetic, unsympathetic to your synthetics.

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

You'd like someone to give you an opinion of your rhymes

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

Condense your two cents with abundant rhymes dispensed

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

One that you haven't experienced in your shitty little lyric rhymes

You think you a thug with your shady esk rhymes

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

She can only live for the moment

Your rhymes needs just a little adjustment