This is a song about "Performance contracts"

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

My performance, no conformance

Elegant performance, bubble lex full insurance

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

Electrifying performance, yeah, these bitches been jolted

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

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse