This is a song about "Performance contracts"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Electrifying performance, yeah, these bitches been jolted

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

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

My performance, no conformance

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

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

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

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

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Elegant performance, bubble lex full insurance

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings