This is a song about "Stem changing verbs"

I'll loot the profit first.. getting props for verbs.

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

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

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Sign on the dotted line before i insert all the verbs,

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

I'm going harder, and changing my pace

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Cause i'm a pro with the nouns and givin actions to verbs

Shit up like saying random verbs,been ill since birth,

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

And today we're still in chains

Ripples wake, changing fates,