This is a song about "Hope with no swearing in the lyrics"

I'm a spiteful misanthrope with no hope

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Hope theirs tutors for those gripping lugers with no future.

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

With power puffed in his lyrics, never hurled to earn gimmicks?

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Now you're lying, slowly dying, with no hope,

We running that show all around the globe

Battle with me? for you man there's no hope.

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Kbric surfaced, killer with the lyrics, every single bar savage hundred no gimmicks

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

Day in day out the lyrics would flow,