This is a song about "French verbs"

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

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

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Converting verbs in my verse with diverse-ity with articles

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

With promiscuous maidens, placing my verbs in a cadence

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

You're gonna have to pardon my french, mr. englishman

I use verbs that are mind blowing just like eye balling shook ones

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Slurring nouns and verbs and fucking curse words at the worthless