This is a song about "Weasel words"

Shout out bobby on hundreds

No grief into these words

Don't understand any of those words,

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Besides actions speak louder than words

As i light one for ill will

Its time to tell this weasel

That people can't find real words

The birds i knew flip birds

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Wish i could put these feelings into words

That try to chase these skirts

Anything worse than my words

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

We don't believe you, you need more people