This is a song about "Narrating effects of the technique"

I feel my work ain't enough

The things im most scared of

Shaved of the face of the earth

We should fuck each others mothers

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

You hate this damn, an attack drummed, off-#key, to no effects done.

Feeling the complex effects of the acid tablet

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Your gone, you retreat to your rapping technique, dealt with and helpless

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

An immortal technique

Cause talk is cheap

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

The way he used the rhyming and flow technique i had to plagiarize

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys