This is a song about "Greek words"

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Your cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

Skeptical soldier, a man of few words,

Love my women with high heels and high standards

That try to chase these skirts

Anything worse than my words

The birds i knew flip birds

Through prosperity of words

Whether buddhist or buddah, that's judas or judah

Drop bombs more then the greek legend medusa,

But my words mean something, your words are not preferred

Back like i never ever left in the first

Guess i'll just throw my words/

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Money got my fam going back words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards