This is a song about "His words"

This is ace, wolf is in the back with travis snortin' coke

Ill end this idiots words by leaving a knife in his throat.

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Guess i'll just throw my words/

I just don't have the words

The birds i knew flip birds

That try to chase these skirts

I dont care how many words,

I'm writing this letter with words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

The president is messing up his words, it's hard to spit again,

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then