This is a song about "Imperfect vs preterite verbs"

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

Better be ready for the next jason vs freddy it's a rematch,

Her name rearranged displays her fate: exile by e, there's the dang match

And please never disrespect my set

Vs me taking a step

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

Slurring nouns and verbs and fucking curse words at the worthless

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

I fire off like terrorist turrets,with opponents i vs.,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

And you know its real when you see an imperfect person perfectly