This is a song about "I murder verses"

All your verses are perjury, how are you gonna murder me?

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

I plot my murder steady

Hopin' that my niggas see

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

You gone make me flip then split your shit

Because im remakeing these verses i spit,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

When i use my verses as weapons

My verses so fuckin good i always keep them on time.

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Because im remakeing these verses i spit,

How many verses i gotta murder to,

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you