This is a song about "Clean no bad words"

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Words with no rhyme? we rhyme it anyway..

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Nobodies' hands are clean there is no purity.

No squeaky clean scenes of ghetto violence is,

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

No grief into these words

The birds i knew flip birds

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

No rest for the wicked, or the clean purest of sons

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

There are no words that i could say

But i dont never play

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

Momma chillthug livin pay the bills