This is a song about "Lif in reverse"

This is my ambition

Taskforce reporting in

I spit these words to try and reverse the curse of our universe

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

And it hurts, take the "t" from "trust" and just reverse,

You go "pon' de river": leave you in ponds and rivers

Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,

Oh shit reverse the hearse , the curse of eazy coming back slowly and it lurch,

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

In one round, in one dab damn im high in the sky

So maybe i'll stop go in reverse turn around and add plot

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Understand how shit can turn, find you're living in reverse

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

See i walked in while she creeped in.

Times in this crime land, my thug nation