This is a song about "Words from 1989"

I'm lost for words from the wire pasted on her backside

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

I just don't have the words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Listen to the fucking words

The birds i knew flip birds

We suffer either way nowadays the kids have no protection from the words people say.

To find out me and your man be sharing skirtsi'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way

Don't understand any of those words,

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Immersed in the words that surge when i spurt from my high head.

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

And don't throw words from a dictionary's first page.

But she took it in his place

From the words you hurled in my face