This is a song about "Alian curs words"

Words are just words but verbs speak louder

Your brother's getting older

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Guess i'll just throw my words/

That people can't find real words

The birds i knew flip birds

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Don't understand any of those words,

Through prosperity of words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

I just don't have the words

That try to chase these skirts

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Rap's not just pop that repeats three words

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Inadvertently flowing a slurred serving of slippery words