This is a song about "Precise admiration"

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Regardless, i harness precise sharpness,

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

But can pluck a persons brain with precise precision

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Mr. world please tell me the price to pay live precise and great

Must be something you want me to see

Read darkness with precise literacy.

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

Convinced and full of admiration-

Of life, harm my bodily functions to be precise

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Like it's trifle, my skills are precise like a rifle how a sniper might hold

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold