This is a song about "Stutter"

And let them lames get your old number

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

Or you stutter stupid when i get behind the mic

Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Y’all bow down to whoever writes the bible, what’s the stutter

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Your match is made, now stutter and quake, like you did cocaine

That would be cool, if she was your lover

I warned you the first time, did you hear me stutter?

Talk about i'm a buster? you're just a fake ass sucker, wannabe usher, with a stutter.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

He drinks too much coke and speaks with a stutter,

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Y’all bow down to whoever writes the bible, what’s the stutter