This is a song about "Verbs verbals nouns pronouns adjectives adverbs articles conjunctions prepositions"

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I use verbs that are mind blowing just like eye balling shook ones

Converting verbs in my verse with diverse-ity with articles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

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

Love my women with high heels and high standards

All i know is metaphors, nouns, verbs, sound words,

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

But here knb my verse is over its your turn spit your weak ass verbs.