This is a song about "Words"

But my words mean something, your words are not preferred

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Please have faith in my words/

The birds i knew flip birds

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Just because you can rhyme words

Killing the mic while im abusing words,

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Guess i'll just throw my words/

I'm writing this letter with words

That try to chase these skirts

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Skeptical soldier, a man of few words,