This is a song about "Spittin this verse"

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Cause this shit is dope, nigga this is not a normal verse

And you are not around like black fathers

My densest frees are condensed in this verse

This is a rap with no rehearse, 8 bars for each verse

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Immaculate keep this verse nice and clean

First world problems written through the spittin verse hurled till it blossoms

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

From spittin' all this ice outta my throat,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

This type of godly shit i'm spittin', it's hidden,

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

To the back of this verse,