This is a song about "Farmers with no swearing"

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

I got no friends with no ends

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

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Grown men in this game

We spend it, with no shame

With no wings, feeling sly

Dreamin on a lullaby

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

Like, what's the matter with swearing, i must be battling a little kid

The twin towers fell

With no problems to tell

No thoughts of consequences with no concsience he

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

I'm studying hard with no compensation,