This is a song about "Ethnic groups without cursing"

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

He started cursing everyone, people he don't know both young and old

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Black fours red drop head doors

Like a cat without claws,

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Your mom won't play it in the car cause it's got cursing in it

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

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

You was tired of the cursing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing