This is a song about "Cherry blossoms without bad words"

Im gonna teach raps nothing without

Quote un-quote backpack still bring them bitches out

That we ain't never had

Why you treat them so bad

Words don't mean nothing without the flow,

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

When i'm gone i'll leave without a trace, without a sound

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

I dont care how many words,

Words are just words but verbs speak louder

Your brother's getting older

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

It's actually disastrously bad

Even without a label i still got a couple bad bitches with me

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party