This is a song about "The words degrade"

Laughing at the picture painted out with the words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

These words exploding, burst the filament

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

We may never be together.. i'd rather die and degrade in the gutter than see her smile for another/

Talk about i'm a buster? you're just a fake ass sucker, wannabe usher, with a stutter.

Scratching my back, let the words get out

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Like the words on my hip

I like to call that a quick flip

Listen to the fucking words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Killing the mic while im abusing words,

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Take my words and pass the message:

They vaguely decipher my language