This is a song about "Reflexive verbs"

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Words are just words but verbs speak louder

You is not hip then i can not coach her

All i know is metaphors, nouns, verbs, sound words,

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

But here knb my verse is over its your turn spit your weak ass verbs.

Put that pussy right up in my face, i remember, the way she put it down

Spitting dope verbs,adjetive,and nouns come on man orlando is my hometown

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

With promiscuous maidens, placing my verbs in a cadence

Working from nouns to verbs

Shout out bobby on hundreds

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Iaint tryna hurt nobody i ll just spit some verbs