This is a song about "Words"

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Skeptical soldier, a man of few words,

Wish i could put these feelings into words

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

That try to chase these skirts

I dont care how many words,

Inadvertently flowing a slurred serving of slippery words

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Don't understand any of those words,

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

The birds i knew flip birds

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Anything worse than my words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Listen to the fucking words