This is a song about "Word to kendrick"

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

You're an inspiration to every word i scribble

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

Word to my competition step ya fucking game up

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Youll never know the best of me, maybe if you listen to my spoken word

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

My eyes automatically, locked on to her, no word of lie uh!

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Sippin' and killin' em, liquor is sendin' 'em, kendrick said to take the drank,