This is a song about "Words that rhyme with mold"

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire/

The vacancy that sat in my heart

That i can mold into whatever i want

I need to be the cheese with green like soakin' mold, god only knows,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

I can't explain with words that are basic

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

But i can't find that line inside my mind, i rhyme with peace of mind,

To blast out that pipebomb rhyme

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Take those words and i mold it into some kind of advantage

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Try to get away with words and verses that already blow.