This is a song about "Clothe in word"

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Creyente, believer in gods word

And she throws up whatever she eats

He couldn’t have a word in streets,

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

But i won't sugarcoat, clothe nor pad this! you're old, pathetic

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

I will strum every word in my head

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

I grew up as a teenager in new orleans, word is bond,

Hear the word pain in your minds quality will stretch it

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

I'm not scared,i have my confident,in my word as my trident