This is a song about "Cuss words"

That try to chase these skirts

Listen to the fucking words

What them tippers don't see

You can't cuss me, parr me

The birds i knew flip birds

Please have faith in my words/

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Everyday im in a good mood cuss everyday im getting laid

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Don't understand any of those words,

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Killin em softly with words

Look at the rules, they told you not cuss

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Besides actions speak louder than words