This is a song about "The garbhan verse"

To the back of this verse,

Babies turn into shooters

My words split the verse with curses

Proves that ignorance is bliss

Verse 1 verse 2 the history you have written now mine verse gonna burn you like a trillion kitten

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

First verse i'm over with,now starting the second,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Look i don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

The fans read your verse then passed out snoring

The only thing i care about in a verse is meaning/

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king