This is a song about "Stem words"

The birds i knew flip birds

No grief into these words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Guess i'll just throw my words/

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

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Skeptical soldier, a man of few words,

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Shout out bobby on hundreds

I'm writing this letter with words

That try to chase these skirts

Drumming, and processing these words

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Words are just words but verbs speak louder