This is a song about "Words and more"

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Please, go back home and come up with some better words

Got a flock full of dimes

And some more a couple more times

That try to chase these skirts

This the same effect and less words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Drumming, and processing these words

When i spit i murder emcees and stack words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

You take my words to heart and

She got me caught up in the moment

You be on that stalker shit

Thou art more lovely and more temperate: