This is a song about "Greek love words"

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Drumming, and processing these words

Love rapping love sneakers above those

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Shout out bobby on hundreds

I'm writing this letter with words

Greek, maybe i shouldn't have said

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

The first three words she read were "i hate love"

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

The birds i knew flip birds

Anything worse than my words

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Don't understand any of those words,