This is a song about "120 words"

Don't understand any of those words,

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Skeptical soldier, a man of few words,

Listen to the fucking words

That try to chase these skirts

The birds i knew flip birds

Guess i'll just throw my words/

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Rap's not just pop that repeats three words

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

Your cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

No grief into these words

Words are just words but verbs speak louder

And the streets is getting colder