This is a song about "Stem changing verbs"

Ripples wake, changing fates,

And today we're still in chains

My brain stem is skewed, so expect cadence imbued with it's arrangement

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Iaint tryna hurt nobody i ll just spit some verbs

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

The rap game's changing, rearranging you know.

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

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

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Does it stem from one sin

We gone keep going