This is a song about "Gen root words"

Anything worse than my words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

The birds i knew flip birds

No grief into these words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

That people can't find real words

Listen to the fucking words

That try to chase these skirts

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Don't understand any of those words,

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Give them bitches the boot if they can't perform the square root