This is a song about "Fast verses"

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Of ruthless verses tight as virgins

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

So you come clean in rehersal choir verses.

Write endeavors in dead verses, verdicts

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Anonymous to confidence when writing verses,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Verses slicing likes swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Creatively writing verses, basically spitting sermons,

Two white cups and i got that drank

Im testin the pray x3 (fast)