This is a song about "Wais words"

Killing the mic while im abusing words,

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Killin em softly with words

That try to chase these skirts

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

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Just because you can rhyme words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

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

Inadvertently flowing a slurred serving of slippery words

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Money got my fam going back words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Rap's not just pop that repeats three words

Please have faith in my words/

The birds i knew flip birds