This is a song about "Stem words"

Does it stem from one sin

And picture me rollin

Natural thrills i seek stem from conquering earth's highest peak,

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

That people can't find real words

The birds i knew flip birds

Words are just words but verbs speak louder

For god, is the kingdom, and the power

I dont care how many words,

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Skeptical soldier, a man of few words,

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Anything worse than my words

Guess i'll just throw my words/

That try to chase these skirts