This is a song about "Pulse"

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect

Checked her pulse then took off fuck calling the cops call me a dick,

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Of being knocked out, and soon a nurse is checking your pulse,

One of the coldest to mix pro-tools with your vocals

Hearts beat hard but pulse is steady

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

My talent should take me places i've never been

Adrenaline junky, pulse is throbbing

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Of getting lyrically shocked, a nurse is checking your pulse,

Make you wanna hurl? me and you lets let our love unfurl, pulse is cooking

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

My pulse drastically surged, my humanity now departs