This is a song about "Tactics"

You just cant match this, a psychopathic with tactics u aint ready yet bitch go practice!

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Im the best with tactics

Got a nigga seein things

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Ur in over ur head, bitch your tactics are useless

But i can't till i put these untrustworthy motherfuckers in their caskets,

I'm classed as a castor of magic, a master of immaculate tactics

With my militia poetry tactics

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

Always smashin' with rabid tactics, so avid for havoc

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

The way we murder beats on single tracks, what tactics,