This is a song about "His words"

Drumming, and processing these words

That try to chase these skirts

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Guess i'll just throw my words/

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

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

Guess i'll just throw my words/

Shout out bobby on hundreds

A couple of sprites but no beer

His words are barely clear

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Until his words pierced my armour and to make things worse

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

The birds i knew flip birds

Listen to the fucking words