This is a song about "My words"

My words are whirlwinds, i murder my girlfriends

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Spittin like i have too much emphasis in my words,

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Anything worse than my words

The birds i knew flip birds

I never show pain but talk about it thru my words

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

So unzip the bra be in awe from the nipple

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

But let me be 100, see monogamy's redundant

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

That try to chase these skirts

Please have faith in my words/