This is a song about "Multiple words"

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

I feel like i was born in multiple times

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

Using multiple syllables a minute it looks like i'm spitting to the limit

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

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

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

Through prosperity of words

That try to chase these skirts

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

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