This is a song about "Verbs"

I pass words like i pass verbs and still get the last word

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

Sign on the dotted line before i insert all the verbs,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Iaint tryna hurt nobody i ll just spit some verbs

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Shit up like saying random verbs,been ill since birth,

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Slurring nouns and verbs and fucking curse words at the worthless

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Words are just words but verbs speak louder