This is a song about "Your words hypmotise me"

I think you're wrong, your words are impotent

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Your cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

Your words are just chitter chatter

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

My words rupture your face

Looking for them better days

Wrap your words in beautiful manner

I'm feelin' like i better have an answer

I'm going off the top of the brain

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

But my words mean something, your words are not preferred

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

Let your big words get tossed and hurled,

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world