This is a song about "The words cede sede and ceed"

And i'd never use the words, they're degrading and scary,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Drumming, and processing these words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Ghandi and the dalai lama and other words, shit they sound like a bag of weed for me

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

And as long as you don't think i'm wack once the words start the flow.

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Y’all just skim through words and you’re just skippin’ the lines,

And yes bitch words are the shit i like messing with

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

And that is the very last words of my statement

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt