This is a song about "120 words"

Wish i could put these feelings into words

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Through prosperity of words

That try to chase these skirts

Drumming, and processing these words

Rap's not just pop that repeats three words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Anything worse than my words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

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

Your cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Money got my fam going back words

Besides actions speak louder than words

Love my women with high heels and high standards