This is a song about "My vocab words"

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Your cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Your words engraved on my body

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Like the words on my hip

You don't mean that, you faggot

But my words mean something, your words are not preferred

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

This is a double entendre ur a troubled contender for my crown improve ur vocab clown/

And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Money got my fam going back words