This is a song about "Loss of words"

So call the wedding off the sched. due to loss of your bride

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Damn girl, you give me writer's block, i'm at a loss for words,

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Skeptical soldier, a man of few words,

Don't understand any of those words,

Shout out bobby on hundreds

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

You shoulda listened to the sounds of the rappad mass and let another loss just pass.

Little kids are at a loss

Black fours red drop head doors

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Imma just chuck in a couple of random words

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see