This is a song about "Cussing someone s girl"

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

You said that my rhymes belong on disney, but yet you want no cussing in a rap battle

Maybe someone will do the stitchin'

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

It´s the battle of life

Ma want me to go find a wife

That i'll be noticed by someone

I hit your block and we can box for fun

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Spitting on the side walk cussing on the curb

Cussing out these lames man they get on my nerves

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!