This is a song about "Er verbs"

So we decided to go to the er and have it checked

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Slurring nouns and verbs and fucking curse words at the worthless

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Sorry baby i don’t mean to pest-er

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

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Verbs are my attack, crack a bottle and unpack more words to go onto the track,

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

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

Iaint tryna hurt nobody i ll just spit some verbs