She said don’t rhyme….. I said %%*@ it..
She also said “maybe”.. lately, I love it
I do it like the opposite of doesn’t..
It is what it is, but it isn’t if we rush it…. so I won’t..

I think I lov— wait a minute, no I don’t..
Slow the stroke? %%*@ that, GO FOR BROKE!
Whoooooa.. I think it’s raining on my overcoat..
Mami real dope, on the low I’m bout to overdose..

She be pulling on my beater so you know we close..
I’m with that late round knock out - rope-a-dope
MAN DOWN…dopest dope I ever stroked..
She fresh to DEAF hands down, like we never spoke

She was holding on to my waves as her levy broke..
That’s the super dome *!%% she ain’t ready for..
I do my grown man low… I bet she choke..
And I’ma drown in her flood if she let me go..

Oh *!%%, what time is it?

-Rilla