This is a song about "My vocab words"

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

My words are broken, in addition.

This a different motor man better go to work

But my words mean something, your words are not preferred

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,

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Words cannot describe my feelings

Guess i'll just throw my words/

Shout out bobby on hundreds

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will