This is a song about "Cuss words"

Listen to the fucking words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

You can't cuss me, parr me

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

I'm writing this letter with words

The birds i knew flip birds

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

With this really awesome cuss rap

That try to chase these skirts

No grief into these words

Through prosperity of words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Nah i don't cuss, i can anyways deliver a punch

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge