This is a song about "The words degrade detain extend integrate and segregate"

Slurring nouns and verbs and fucking curse words at the worthless

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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

Shout out bobby on hundreds

This the same effect and less words

Extend the rhymes to fit your mental and physical,

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

People speaks their minds and let the words flow out

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I cannot be detain

Grown men in this game