This is a song about "Starts"

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

And my body starts numbing

When i get to warwick avenue

Starts with the killing of you

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

My heartbeat starts fleet then flails like flagella

From heart to art, and flames apart, the fire starts/

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

And my mind starts to ponder

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

And starts to illuminate my brain

And reflect on the rap game, i came