This is a song about "French reflexive verbs"

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

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

Inferior, but i'm nice

Im sizzlin like french fries

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

I pass words like i pass verbs and still get the last word

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

I'll loot the profit first.. getting props for verbs.

Words are just words but verbs speak louder

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

And today we're still in chains

These french pancakes give me the crepes

All i know is metaphors, nouns, verbs, sound words,

Love my women with high heels and high standards