This is a song about "Hurtful words"

Please have faith in my words/

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Don't understand any of those words,

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Drumming, and processing these words

That try to chase these skirts

Besides actions speak louder than words

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

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

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

The birds i knew flip birds

Guess i'll just throw my words/

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Because hurtful memories are taking over me

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards