This is a song about "Ethnic groups without cursing"

Im gonna teach raps nothing without

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

With you the cursing never ends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

I'll keep cursing the pastor calling him worse than a cancer

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

No cursing killin off the bus with this truck cause he's an ordinary person

And i can't help but stare, cause

Like a cat without claws,

I'm something she can't live without

Reason i stuck with the sound

I don't like you touching my things that's why i'm cursing and swearing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,