This is a song about "Any last words"

Just because you can rhyme words

That try to chase these skirts

I pass words like i pass verbs and still get the last word

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

So the last words she heard from me was the door

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Through prosperity of words

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

I'm not gonna write any wack shit like any other rapper did

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

I just don't have the words

Listen to the fucking words

The birds i knew flip birds