This is a song about "Helping verbs"

The prime in me helping me create unnecessary rhyme

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Words are just words but verbs speak louder

Working from nouns to verbs

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

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

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!

Shit up like saying random verbs,been ill since birth,

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Got a helping hand and i'm willing to lend it