This is a song about "Performance contracts"

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

My performance, no conformance

Not king james, these were coke kings

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Elegant performance, bubble lex full insurance

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Electrifying performance, yeah, these bitches been jolted

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

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

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

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