This is a song about "Inventory methods"

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits

Methods going to the edges, it's all in me like infections (infections)

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Methods going to the edges, it's all in me like infections (infections)

Take some inventory, in this gorge there's a ford engine, door hinge

Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga i ain't loafin' bitch

They try to control the ghetto, but their methods are unorthodox,

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Methods going to the edges, it's all in me like infections (infections)

Would it surprise you if i told you all of the black inventions?

Face me youlle come second get lessened, by my esscence, n reckless methods

Say trill again ill overdose on vicodin to escape you're presence

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Look out below, there is no inventory control

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Observin' their plat flows, viewin' their bars, their psych, givin me methods//