This is a song about "Words manifest"

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Besides actions speak louder than words

Listen to the fucking words

That try to chase these skirts

The birds i knew flip birds

Drumming, and processing these words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Killin em softly with words

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

And manifest as stacks of fresh similes sick with these like a bad cough

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Money got my fam going back words