This is a song about "Syllables"

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

So with these syllables, for me its critical

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

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

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

#infinite syllables breathing the life into these cold hearted melodies

Load pen of syllables

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

So i sit counting syllables counting syllables

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Just need some syllables to go one up

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

With sicker syllables that go so high and touch the fucking sky

Spell checking multi syllables, but can't form a contraction, it's they're,

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware