My flow be sick and don’t make sense

but guess what you still be reading this rap I wrote with my pens

I ain’t about being popular so to hell with making many friends

when it comes to life the hard truth is it’s all about the bens

say what you want but I be the one in the benz

you be riding in a beat up crap pinto

I be making the bread and stacking the mintos

how talented, none of these lyrics even make sense yo

but that’s the thing, I don’t even freaking have to though

you wanna battle with me, nah, I’d rather make all that dough

staying focus, staying lyrically strong, that’s the whole idea of the game bro

feeling me yet or do I have tp speed up to the next level in tis rap’s flow

I don’t need a catchy beat or disco lights to make people wanna drop it low

I don’t need to make sense to show the world that I mean business, don’t you know

this is a random rap all because I can take senseless words and make them rhyme yo

I had enough of rhyming now so I be off and will be back soon to put on another show, so off i go