This is a song about "Weekly words"

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Wish i could put these feelings into words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Drumming, and processing these words

Words are just words but verbs speak louder

I got something you've been waiting for

Put expressions in their music and create the face

My last tri-weekly grades were such a disgrace

The birds i knew flip birds

Through prosperity of words

Killin em softly with words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Listen to the fucking words

That try to chase these skirts