This is a song about "Er verbs"

Verses spitting from within spitting with power, using verbs as glorified as the eiffel tower,

I'll be there in an instantwho am i to judge another brother, only on his cover

Cause i'm a pro with the nouns and givin actions to verbs

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

That try to chase these skirts

Working from nouns to verbs

And if they try to stop you, put em in the er

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Sign on the dotted line before i insert all the verbs,

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

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

Iaint tryna hurt nobody i ll just spit some verbs

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Slurring nouns and verbs and fucking curse words at the worthless