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

I’m in the air and can’t reach the bridge, before i land imma give ma last words

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

And place words on the bass displaces, decapitates at the bases,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

Drumming, and processing these words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Slurring nouns and verbs and fucking curse words at the worthless

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

But what doesn't kill you makes you stronger and that's the truth in words

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

And the words, yáll never could figure it out, i'm socrates,

People speaks their minds and let the words flow out

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout