This is a song about "Wais words"

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

I actually put words inbetween words, instead of spaces, i rap like

Who can speat out them words,

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Inadvertently flowing a slurred serving of slippery words

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Money got my fam going back words

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Rap's not just pop that repeats three words

The birds i knew flip birds

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

Just because you can rhyme words

Shout out bobby on hundreds