This is a song about "Stiff tounging that fartbox"

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Ears forming vapor, ya fists closed stiff and the color of blizzards

Think i was stiff and rotten dissed and forgotten

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

That i forgot,that i needed

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

That shit that you be spittin son, you never should've wrote that

That magic, that vanish

So i gotta spit to this

Till your ligaments' stiff when rigarmortis get you little men sittin'

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

This is why her nigga mad

I don't need that,i can't see that