This is a song about "Loss of words"

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Loss of time for play-doh; i'm steady spending more pesos

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Don't understand any of those words,

Loss of time for play-doh, i'm steady spending more pesos

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

But in the end it is his loss,

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Funky. lyrics. of. wisdom. are four words of appreciation,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Inadvertently flowing a slurred serving of slippery words

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Picking words from the top of my cranium

Blasting words off of neuron connections,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits