This is a song about "My vocab words"

Judgement is excrement, to understand my vocab you must be intelligent,

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

Hopin' that my niggas see

Listen to my words closely,

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Slow and steady wins this race

My words rupture your face

You just working with the scraps you was given

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I'm caged up in state prison

My words are my rhythm

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Reeks of the same diss, bitch my vocab is endlessly spacious