This is a song about "Alian curs words"

Anything worse than my words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Rap's not just pop that repeats three words

Love my women with high heels and high standards

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Money got my fam going back words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Killing the mic while im abusing words,

No grief into these words

That try to chase these skirts

Inadvertently flowing a slurred serving of slippery words

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

The birds i knew flip birds

Listen to the fucking words