This is a song about "Nerves"

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

Hope lurked, the most thirst, his old nerves won't hurt/

This a different motor man better go to work

I can swerve through curbs 'n' earn my worth and leave your nerves severed

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Sickeningly simple light in the brain making the nerves twitch

Its all about my nerves,

He lying i’m on papers

Now my nerves are a mess, it's like a punch in the chest/

But i can only love you when you undressed

Look at you with your little baby nerves,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Cussing out these lames man they get on my nerves

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

So we gonna get on your fucking nerves til u bend it,