This is a song about "Hurtful words"

You never had a son, in the physical or literal

Signal urkel, "did i do that?", bitch you know our actions hurtful

Don't understand any of those words,

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

That try to chase these skirts

Guess i'll just throw my words/

I'm writing this letter with words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Who can speat out them words,

I just don't have the words

The birds i knew flip birds