This is a song about "Foul mouth"

Renown for actin foul and sour every hour

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Niggas bout to get rocked in they mouth.

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Ugh whats fair is foul 'n what's foul is fair

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

When you spill out hits

Like a mouth with dry sockets

I destroy with my mouth

My garage full of cars that bounce

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Pissed at me, i'm pissed at them they history, so foul mouthed need listerine

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

To the words commin goutta that bitches mouth

Just so you can see im fucking seedy when im spitting foul

They used to hate wit faces like the grapes they ate was sour