This is a song about "My vocab words"

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Words cannot describe my feelings

My words rupture your face

Haven't slept for days

Had to wear the 13's with them

My words are my rhythm

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

My every words a perfect fit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket