This is a song about "My vocab words"

Let's face it, i can’t replace

My words rupture your face

Anything worse than my words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

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

Guess i'll just throw my words/

The birds i knew flip birds

My every words a perfect fit

Now you got me hopped up on that

They had a hell of a run

My words are my rhythm

You just working with the scraps you was given

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My words are whirlwinds, i murder my girlfriends

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests