This is a song about "Tames"

No plans of hanging on them curbs

Ill blast them lyrics back like shot black birds

I just claimed my fame, like i said you cant fucking tame it

Lyrics i spit at a critic cause he's not wit' it,

But there's no pleasure in being the ender of a life that you once treasured

I can swerve through curbs 'n' earn my worth and leave your nerves severed