This is a song about "My vocab words"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Please have faith in my words/

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Words cannot describe my feelings

They bringing me fish and chips

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

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

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Singing my life with his words

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Guess i'll just throw my words/

That try to chase these skirts

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

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