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

Well im still dubious about my technique and delivery

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

He says we have no technique, but who is he to critique

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

I freak-a-leek with this technique and add another loss to ya streak,

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

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

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times