This is a song about "But not one of these words"

My syllables are multi tallied, the complexity of these words is filled with density,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

But not one of dem good ones

Don’t you be holding back, your love

From the immortal words of one, a bitch is a bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

I get that work from my face

Yall will understand one of these days

These are just few words of my insane mind

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

But which one of em is not drunk enough for me to call

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

I'm not the only one with these memories

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Yo we get the dank and bounce

All of these words spewing out my mouth