This is a song about "Greek words"

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

That try to chase these skirts

Who can speat out them words,

The birds i knew flip birds

Don't understand any of those words,

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Killing the mic while im abusing words,

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Guess i'll just throw my words/

Rap's not just pop that repeats three words

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Just because you can rhyme words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards