This is a song about "Remove kebab"

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

Remove the gravity from your feet

Remove the organs from their carcass and sell em on the markets.

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

On my shirt now i gotta do work to remove dirt

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

And lets bet i kno where you at and i cant remove you

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Remove each individual organ they own

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

I prefer your applause without a handout

You have to make it count, remove all doubt

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

If you reply with hostility i will remove it expeditiously

Insubordinate for good reason

Remove their hands, they got none