This is a song about "The last word"

Every single fast spoken word lit the water under the torch

Don't care if its discrete or if even seven people evily watch,

I pass words like i pass verbs and still get the last word

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

I like to use the word like magic.

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Wack telling me that i can’t say the word

The memories were to shitty to even last,

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Tryin' do right by you got me here

Spread the word, i got the mass appeal

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

You'll never know the best of me, maybe if you listen to my spoken word

And another in the sentence that bears "word",

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward