This is a song about "My vocab words"

Like the words on my hip

How bout we blow this bit

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

But my words mean something, your words are not preferred

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Please have faith in my words/

That try to chase these skirts

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