This is a song about "Verbs"

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Words are just words but verbs speak louder

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

Working from nouns to verbs

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Slurring nouns and verbs and fucking curse words at the worthless

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Cause i'm a pro with the nouns and givin actions to verbs

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

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

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

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

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

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