This is a song about "120 words"

Killin em softly with words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

That try to chase these skirts

The birds i knew flip birds

Guess i'll just throw my words/

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Who can speat out them words,

Don't understand any of those words,

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Inadvertently flowing a slurred serving of slippery words

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks