This is a song about "The word nigga"

Word to the wise, peace to the narrator.

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

They vaguely decipher my language

I'm a word smith, but the lines are blurred bitch

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

Ya'll so worried whether i can say the n word

Spread the word, i got the mass appeal

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

This is the word that year by year

I regret some shit i did

I like to use the word like magic.

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

And you ain't gettin a word in nigga this a monologue

But without the word i wont take flight

Which you know i'm different, right