The simplest rhymes I've ever seen by this herb
You ain't backpack, kid, I'll leave you verbally disturbed
Stop actin like you spit fresh cuz ya bars ain't dope
I 'hold up' this whole bitch like a 'bicycle spoke'
Stop replyin, you'll realize this is your life, I hope
'Spit you out' like 'mouthwash', and leave em on my 'Scope'
Kid's gettin gay, I think you on the E like a chord
Keep fuckin around and end up under the floor boards.