This is a song about "Words"

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Just because you can rhyme words

That try to chase these skirts

I dont care how many words,

Inadvertently flowing a slurred serving of slippery words

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Wish i could put these feelings into words

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

But my words mean something, your words are not preferred

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

The birds i knew flip birds

Listen to the fucking words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

I'm writing this letter with words