This is a song about "Or are"

6 foot 7 foot 8 foot or 9,my raps are better than all your shit combined,

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Capture youthful murder essence, skills? are those a curse or blessing,

3 or 4 times a day, do codeine and are dope fiends,

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Are you possessed writing or obsessed fighting i digest like biting

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

Are you a cunt, sap or bastard?

My words are like weapons, gats or poison arrows,

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Are u a bitch or a ruler,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

Or if my verses are cursed, never heard/