This is a song about "Bad words sadly"

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

Sadly it was the time to go so i had left with a unsatisfied lust

Anything worse than my words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Will he handle the trip, or will he slip so sadly

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I dont care how many words,

That try to chase these skirts

Bashin' blacks and trashin' "faggots" sadly will not go out of fashion

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Guess i'll just throw my words/

The birds i knew flip birds

It's actually disastrously bad

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Told me whats good and bad