This is a song about "The words we spokes"

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

Words don't compare to the feelings we feel inside.

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

So with our words we can give those kids the power

Mr. teen and mr. t with a mouth full of powder

Listen to the words i stated

I'mma sign that work and release that

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Dumping the whack words making the tower tip

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Laughing at the picture painted out with the words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words

That try to chase these skirts

I just don't have the words