This is a song about "The 12 words"

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Of the words i spit, they will attack right to thee.

The words you speak more gentle than a newborn's cheek

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Listen to the words i stated

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

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

Educate yourselves, of africa

By anyone lisnting to the words i composed

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Move to the next week, you're out of words to say.

Who said i don't rep, i am naija all day

I want the fame so my words can reach the masses,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

All the words you hear are pretty damn exclusive.

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss