This is a song about "Stem words using mal pre super post tri intro non ante circum extra"

Extra salt on the frizzle

As i light one for ill will

I love your ambition

Does it stem from one sin

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

I'm using your words,as a verbal attack,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Words flouous, too many, i make that super

Throw my douce up for my intro

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Using words like tapestries woven together in succession

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Email too, facebook aim, everything gone

Ahh im using up words as i go along