This is a song about "Im back no bad words"

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Killing the mic while im abusing words,

Im foldin stacks no holdin back im killin this kid

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

My words are weapons im disectin the nerds im wrecking

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Scratching my back, let the words get out