This is a song about "Backwash"

If you didn't notice the oxymoron then your ability's fake/

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

But to emcees up on the tracks i'm runnin' this amazing race,

I'm trying to modern drake, that means killing niggas at the gates

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive