This is a song about "Infinitives participles and gerunds"

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Tell a bitch lean

And a fridge and some broccoli

It's a battlejust for tha big money

And like to boast and brag

Yeah, the sex in the sack

And some strawberries and some chocolate

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip