This is a song about "Your rhyming is so terrible"

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

No wonder why i keep rhyming, because this violet stuff is

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

So i cure that tragedy by rhyming after bowls

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

So be completely honest is love what your focus is

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Rhyming over reason, is the season, its my philosophy

And so i’m rhyming tight, trying to blow this up like dynamite,

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side