This is a song about "Performance contracts"

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Elegant performance, bubble lex full insurance

Under performing i'm under #performance, losing my thoughts/

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Together all the timethought it was true love

Contracts made from flesh written in blood i'm speechless,

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Can't stand these hacks gettin' cash and contracts for their wack raps

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

The answer is the lord like saturday night fever

That's the work of the reaper, doing contracts for the preacher,

Electrifying performance, yeah, these bitches been jolted

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

My performance, no conformance