This is a song about "The words we spokes"

This the same effect and less words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

On the third verse, you'd never hurt worse, words,

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

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

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

Can't twist my words cause we know there legit

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

To the words commin goutta that bitches mouth

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

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

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right