This is a song about "Gen root words"

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance, hit the earth like an asteroid

Drumming, and processing these words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Don't understand any of those words,

That try to chase these skirts

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Witness a new era made by the next gen

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Anything worse than my words

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

Money is the root of evil, they'll die for a piece of paper,

The birds i knew flip birds

I just don't have the words