This is a song about "Boot verbs"

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

Ironically it subs like a hero

Get the boot screen but memtest just refused to go

All i know is metaphors, nouns, verbs, sound words,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Words are just words but verbs speak louder

The ice ain't really nothing to her

In 3 months im headed to boot camp, girls say im cool

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

Slashing these words, flashing the birds. my speciality is gathering the herds,

People's opinions are inverted as a sorceress of language costs you your verbs,

Iaint tryna hurt nobody i ll just spit some verbs

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards