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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Perceive these words, the making of a legend

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

The loyal one , trynna find a one but these hoes aint right

I'm a filler, as i fill these rivers full of livers of rap words like drillers,

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

No fronting cause the coppers is coming, like

I'm not polite, but i recite words of delight

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

Queer, discreetly you secretly fear every one of my words you hear

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Dial up words but they're not in service

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

Words of wisdom i'm not a thief in the night

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

But my words mean something, your words are not preferred