This is a song about "Good words"

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Don't understand any of those words,

Just because you can rhyme words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Through prosperity of words

That try to chase these skirts

The birds i knew flip birds

Guess i'll just throw my words/

Listen to the fucking words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

This information is vital, look

I make female rappers look good

Even good times has it bad times, but my good time was good cuz you were good

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look