This is a song about "Attend and precision"

Aiming words with precision-

Catch you up on places i've been

Let me attend to do mine

There you lyin’ a rhyme

Appy pressure like a sticker, fuck bitches with precision

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

My reepings your end soon your funeral you'll attend

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

As i rip you apart with perfect precision

But can pluck a persons brain with precise precision

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

It's the part ii repetition, murder with guided precision

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

That id hit every single word in pin point precision,

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come