This is a song about "Good words"

Shout out bobby on hundreds

That people can't find real words

Anything worse than my words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

The birds i knew flip birds

Drumming, and processing these words

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

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

Don't understand any of those words,

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

That try to chase these skirts

Guess i'll just throw my words/