This is a song about "Loquacious taciturn sagacious deft and synopsis"

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I was born to do the damn thing

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Shout out them strippers who hustle

And inhospitable,

And i ain't frontin for her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Into a charge, smite when deft afoot.

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And their mothers and fathers

With the pen son's deft, in his bright ways

Lookin' for these better days

The loquacious freak with audacious speech, must be counting sheep

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street