This is a song about "Performance contracts"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

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

So i guess that's where i hide my things

My performance, no conformance

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

Elegant performance, bubble lex full insurance

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

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

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Electrifying performance, yeah, these bitches been jolted