This is a song about "Gangs no bad language"

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

But i’m praying in advance

Maybe i'm lost no need for bad thoughts

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

Speak my language i think it's bout time

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

And please excuse my language

My mama smoked so god damn much

But please excuse my language

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz