This is a song about "Cleanse"

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

I'm determined to purge you, we'll call it a verbalist cleanse.

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

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

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