This is a song about "Farmers with no swearing"

I got no friends with no ends

I think you and your friends

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

With no guns and no shields

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Choosing my rhymes layering my lines swearing at all times carrying nines/

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,

Hit the block like a postman with mail

I refuse to be another being on this earth

I'm photofinishing with no handlers

Who think that swearing is the best weapon.

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Like a story with no lesson

Yeah bitch this date's done

So we can live again

We spend it, with no shame