This is a song about "Big words"

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

These wussies pretending to stand big

Don't understand any of those words,

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Im sorry if my words are stinging, big ego in the verses im slinging.

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I'm writing this letter with words

That try to chase these skirts

To soho, baby milo so dope

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Anything worse than my words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards