wut do u think of my freestyle?

sneakin with the bud outside like a mouse no noise bout to the side of
the house
im feelin real dowse, getting lit's wut its all about,
theres no doubt in my mind im feelin real fine, im bout ready to
shine,
lemme think of a rhyme man theres not enough time im out here tryin to
chillak,
hanging out here sittin in the bak all the dudes start pullin out the
sac,
the piece looks black, scrape it take a hit dont fake it blazin
now i see the world go changin,
everything looks free on out
there's always enough fluffiness to go around,
turn on the music n mellow out to the sound.
i accept any criticism but i did just spit it