This is a song about "Per"

It starts to go downhill by 9.8 meters per second per second

I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

And if they resort to mix-tapes, my feats'll beat 'em per cassette

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

A role bought for 5 nickles per hour, a sicko eating out a quarter-pounder's girth

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Criminal intent, out of breath, reach limits per minute,

So tell the rea-per, can i live one more life

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live