This is a song about "Anything without cussing"

Flapjack, ooh he bring

But that won't solve anything

Cussing out these lames man they get on my nerves

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

To holler about anything? anything? anything? (x2)

Ain't saying anything but damn

So all the hustling for nothing man

I'm ashamed ya'll ever made me feel anything

You know that love is a very serious thing

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

To holler about anything? anything? anything? (x2)

Dc cabs got my pops alright

I didnt see anything except fight

Spitting on the side walk cussing on the curb

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard