This is a song about "Doesnt swear"

Read your verse then realised this faggot doesnt know how to spit

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

Says money in the air

That make me want to swear

I swear to satan i'm saying

I know the moves i'm making

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Detroit doesnt except weakness like you

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Shes the only girl who doesnt give me shit,

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

But i swear it wasn't intentional

Just cause you say its alright doesnt mean its alright

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type