This is a song about "The word"

And i can't help but notice

I like to use the word like love.

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

And another in the sentence that bears "word",

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

The police here are racist while corrupt i reccomend to not speak a word.

Girl listen, trying to position

Spread the word, 'cause i'm in

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

My tongue is like a butter knife, using it to spread the word!

Kiddish means holy, you chose the wrong fucking word...

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

I be going metal, with the word play

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

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich