This is a song about "Perfect verbs"

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Im not saying i'm perfect

And we may not be perfect

Half your body laying on my chest

Iaint tryna hurt nobody i ll just spit some verbs

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Until you came i was perfect

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

So you finally got the nerve

Working from nouns to verbs

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

With promiscuous maidens, placing my verbs in a cadence

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Always make shit perfect

Smoking khaled, my weed the best