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

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

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

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

Slurring nouns and verbs and fucking curse words at the worthless

But only on the spellings and the words can you rely on such thing.

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

Listen to the fucking words

The birds i knew flip birds

Destined to win, get respect where i live

And yes bitch words are the shit i like messing with

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

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

Watch in shock when the words just come and i jot