This is a song about "Good words"

Please have faith in my words/

That try to chase these skirts

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Killin em softly with words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Listen to the fucking words

The birds i knew flip birds

No grief into these words

My nigga, no hook

Or maybe i'm just too good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

But i guess its all good

Besides actions speak louder than words

Love my women with high heels and high standards