This is a song about "Cuss words"

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

That try to chase these skirts

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Killin em softly with words

She love me cuss she know i smoking that good shit

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Don't understand any of those words,

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

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Guess i'll just throw my words/

The birds i knew flip birds

Please have faith in my words/

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

White middle class parents are sayin' rappers get paid to cuss,