This is a song about "Specs string realtime pulse security"

No more fumbling with frets, thinking which string to pick

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

Whilst these others fucks workin security guard

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Security is shouting that i gotta get out

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Instant, spontaneous combustion of your security

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Going hard, like the metal string fret.