This is a song about "Im saying all these words but none of them are heard"

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

Hurl the bullshit, these words of sweat and tears will soon be heard.

All these people are thinking im fine/

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

We can dance but your chances are slim to none

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Now i'm saying shit verbally, words are on a killing spree

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Im not competitive but all these rappers beat me like im meat

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

As i light one for ill will

But still none of them quite resemble

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

All of these words spewing out my mouth