This is a song about "Weasel words"

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Rap's not just pop that repeats three words

Porn star head, she gon’ suck it like a sequel

Don't let evil things pop out of you cold weasel.

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Skeptical soldier, a man of few words,

Its time to tell this weasel

This is the root of all evil

I just don't have the words

The birds i knew flip birds

Anything worse than my words

That try to chase these skirts

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Who can speat out them words,

Through prosperity of words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards