This is a song about "Big words"

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

And my name too big, and my gang too big

Don't understand any of those words,

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

The birds i knew flip birds

That people can't find real words

I just don't have the words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

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

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

Anything worse than my words

That try to chase these skirts

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Killin em softly with words