This is a song about "Verbal communication"

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I'm a verbal resurrection, the source of apprehension

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

To express this verbal nonsense

Pay my dues, go to school, pierce the game with verbal knives

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

It ain't with me you're fighting with but my verbal skill's shadow,

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Words are swords rearrange it you will see it, it's verbal tanks

I think i just started some verbal forest fires,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I've got infinite ammunition, a verbal expedition

Icy k is back, on a verbal attack.

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back