This is a song about "Verbal smackdown"

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

I’m a verbal activist who knows he's a savage spic,

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Paintin mental pictures with a verbal stencil and slippers on

My lady, my baby

This verbal murder spree

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

I'm a verbal resurrection, the source of apprehension

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

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands