This is a song about "Killing verses"

My divine itching and shrine killing

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting

Tell them niggas they slipping

On this mission that im killing,

Have you got talent? ambition? skill beyond verses?

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Anonymous to confidence when writing verses,

But he don't rule a thing

Snooping around and killing

Is there any love

Beat that lowsy verses

Of ruthless verses tight as virgins

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

That scary love, never get married love

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses