This is a song about "Multiple words"

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Rhymes, lines and multiple syllable among all other things

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

At a studio or your funeral, i'm still spitting multiple times

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

That try to chase these skirts

Anything worse than my words

At a studio or your funeral, i'm still spitting multiple times

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

I'll come from multiple angles like a cross road intersection

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Of multiple prisms tripping like i'm off balance on a rigid