This is a song about "Horrible words"

That people can't find real words

That try to chase these skirts

Drumming, and processing these words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

And thought of death creeping in my mind was so horrible.

Guess i'll just throw my words/

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Fussy lad has been discharged this case has been horrible

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

The birds i knew flip birds