This is a song about "Shorter syllables"

You'll never think it's typical in the syllables,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

So i sit counting syllables counting syllables

You somewhere, getting your life in order

And as they go further you see em getting shorter

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

A visceral individual wrecking rhyming syllables

Criminal mind, subliminal syllables riddle your mind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

The best part about you is that your nose is shorter than

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Sittin' here buildin' a pyramid of syllables