This is a song about "Er verbs"

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

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

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

But here knb my verse is over its your turn spit your weak ass verbs.

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

I am not the fake that you see er day

Just to go to liv on a sunday

I put you in the er

It's like you're my mirror

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Iaint tryna hurt nobody i ll just spit some 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