This is a song about "Practice"

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

My try 'n' attack versus your time and practice

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Bitch i'll fuck you for some target practice

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Shootin' craps and gats, both skills learned from practice

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

On fire, grind her ashes, shoved up pussies like gyno practice

Lyrical genius while these other mcs need practice

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

A tad bit more practice and you'll soon forget the rest,

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

I can teach you all the sounds of love

U can rap fast with practice

Ohhh, wait 'til i get back to campus

Rhymes aren't purr fect but that comes with practice,