This is a song about "French reflexive verbs"

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

I'll take her home and do her like homework

Talking of the gods you serve

Working from nouns to verbs

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

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

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Slurring nouns and verbs and fucking curse words at the worthless

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

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

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

Iaint tryna hurt nobody i ll just spit some verbs