This is a song about "Greek love words"

Greek, maybe i shouldn't have said

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

That try to chase these skirts

That people can't find real words

The birds i knew flip birds

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

She asked me to repeat those three words i said in the morning, i texted "i love you".

Love it when ya show me love

Then i said i had enough

I just don't have the words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Who can speat out them words,

Shout out bobby on hundreds