Ramble Freestyle

Probably not the drop you was expecting
My money bet be right for the recession
I do not expect no one to get this
But money an illusion it's recessive
Hella rappers talking Smith and Wessons
When they ain't even held a Smith and Wesson
Lesson
With no preparation I don't recommend you test it
Ima F you up don't let me catch you guessing
Get it
Check the reference, quadruple entendres
You just got octuple baby mommas
Hella commas that's a Googolplex of problems
Bitch I run a train on the track like I'm Thomas

I been catching snitches playing Quidditch
Shipping hella gadgets for the kitchens
You be on the grind but I'm coming for your bitches
They don't need your credit card already memorized them digits
What's the difference
You don't wear the pants dog
You ain't got the balls for a cat call
Wifin up a bitch a bum passed off
Slap you every single time you back talk
I ain't even know they made em' that soft
No one ever seen you get a bag dog
Way beyond blue balls, you been getting black balled
You should pry jack off go wack it like a bad dog
Nowadays I'm running outta beats that I can rap on
It got so saturated every one had twenty bad songs

Well aware life been a bitch
Still sending snapchats to my dead friends
Only know forever can't remember the beginning
When we working with infinity it's hard to find the end
Momentarily open up a channel for the guide list
Off the spectrum with the vibe that's a vibe rant
Never watch clocks but clock you for the right watch
Looking where it was might wonder where the time went
Bitch I'm timeless, I'll be I'll be honest
I be strutter uttering I might need hooked on phonics
Leave a comment, go pick apart my content
But I'm content, running on and on and on shit
Kinda schizophrenic when they ask me I'm like we know
Been the guy o like pico
I don't even like people
You live in a shack free throw
You just be yelling out D ROSE
Been in the cut, emo
I keep it tight as a Kegel
Nobody standing to me though
I put you back in a fetal
Bitch you gon see you a sequel
Feel like Quentin Tarantino
And I'm mocha than a frappe Petty Gang
Caught red handed like clapping mosquitoes
Back and I'm evil, back in a Regal
Grow out the side while she waxing the top, Danny Devito
And you a gweedo
Keep em' all guessing, cuz they don't know nothin bout numbers at all like some Keno
My shit matter, fecal
And Ima shatter your ego
I do not give A F
A B and a C, and a D and a E, and a G note
That's piano
That's a band quote
That's a hand full
But that's a ramble
Fuck