This is a song about "The 12 words"

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

I realized my strength lied in forming the words

I just don't have the words

That try to chase these skirts

I'm a death reaper, words cannot express, see the

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Spitting words with wisdom saying fuck the system

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

And that is the very last words of my statement

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

But my words mean something, your words are not preferred

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Listen to the fucking words

All the words you hear are pretty damn exclusive.

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith