This is a song about "All the words i"

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Like i already got the beat, all i need is the words

Fuck! i remember, it all began when those words were spoken

A demon come near and i might throw a spear at the omen

The words that i speak are extremely vibrant,

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

I realized my strength lied in forming the words

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

I got all the right words but wrong clues

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

All i know is metaphors, nouns, verbs, sound words,

All the words you hear are pretty damn exclusive.

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

You already know you're dead

Remember all these words that i said