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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

To start the revolution and take out all my crimes in words,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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 you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

And that is the very last words of my statement

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

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I make 'em take the taste and swallow words like i'm socrates,

Fuck long words i dont need a definition, just the same words over and over again

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen