This is a song about "Cuss"

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

She love me cuss she know i smoking that good shit

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

I would fuckin cuss her, but na bruv allow her,

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

With this really awesome cuss rap

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Where i'm from they is ruthless

Look at the rules, they told you not cuss

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

You can't cuss me, parr me

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

So go ahead bitches and cuss me

I was raised to cuss,stir up shit,want to be the best southern pride beats in the chest

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed