This is a song about "Horrible words"

Who can speat out them words,

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Horrible conditions, will get to me fast,

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Drumming, and processing these words

That try to chase these skirts

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Words are just words but verbs speak louder

Don't understand any of those words,

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Guess i'll just throw my words/

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Fussy lad has been discharged this case has been horrible