This is a song about "All sware words"

No grief into these words

That try to chase these skirts

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

I forget it all when i choke the words from you!

I sound sophisticated whilst all you your words deteriorated.

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

I got all the right words but wrong clues

They think they say is real but actually their words are all fakes

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

....i sware this is not my fault....