This is a song about "A word"

You coward, no excuses don't say a word

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

And i can get em all without lots of effort

It's murder she wrote, you barely heard a word

I'm a word smith, but the lines are blurred bitch

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Need i say more out in singapore

Say a word and you done for

One word at a time, i liberate/

I get my paper, y'all just hate

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

And you ain't gettin a word in nigga this a monologue

I know a picture's worth a thousand what's the value of a word?

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Park my plane right there

It's a word of farewell,