Making a rap, how are these lyrics?

Yo I’m back to the scene, got the bitchez wanting m hobz, cause all these playas no I hit the ******* high notes, I’m on the high float, pray to the bible, fans running after me like damn they psycho, but I’m alright though, got that tight flow, and Ill be rapping till the gecko quits gieko, its no pysc. yo! You got it right bro, cause this game needs me like Chicago need Michael, so you can watch it grow, cause when it comes to rhymes, I got a mind like Plato, kid is on a roll, she riding nice like lance on a bicycle, I spin records like projectiles on a catapult, so what matter most? I wanna reach fame so I search, travel, coast to coast, but I’m stuck in the dream, ****! Comatose.