This is a song about "Words from the 1920s"

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

These are words from the creator

Your system will be defeated from the words we speak kid,

Bitches is 40 deep in this muthafucka and twisted

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

She's lost for words from the #tire #placement on her neck hide

It shows i know a bit

Like the words on my hip

Don't believe the words i threw?

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

The birds i knew flip birds

I just don't have the words

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

From the immortal words of one, a bitch is a bitch