Germ got the assist from Pouya, one of Miami's more underappreciated talents (not locally-speaking). The fruit of their creative labor "WET EM UP" galvanizes the host's potential as an ambidextrous spitter because Pouya drives that impulse home with regularity, let's not kid ourselves.
Pouya tags himself in by demanding the burner from Germ. The euphemism begs the question of Germ committing himself to every boastful claim he's made up to that point on GERM HAS A DEATHWISH. By the midway point of the record, Germ is already marked down for an exchange with his old running mate Lil Gnar, and a full count of solo circus shots.
Germ deserves a lot of credit for welcoming the challenge of trading bars with Pouya, because as he would have it: his rap career is something of an accident. But now that he's knee deep in euphemism, and hella committed to G59, there's no looking back. From my vantage point, I'd say Germ is trending up, so long as he keeps his passion for rapping alight.
Germ, give me the burner, let me murder somebody
Sick and tired of these bitches throwing dirt on my body
You want some bread? then get out my bed
I'll get you what you wanted, I'm balling
Feeling like Udonis, honestly, I been modest about it
Shame, they put on my name, but we never change
I just hopped up out the coupe like Marvin Gaye.