This is a song about "Jordans no cuss words"

You don't got no hustle, now you think your words suppose to be smart?

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

No action to release the pleasant words of acting so discreet

In other words no contest.

Ever since my daddy left

But still i'll probably be judged for not ownin' some jordans,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

There are no words that i could say

Everyday im in a good mood cuss everyday im getting laid

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

You see i peeped it, pussy is power

I would fuckin cuss her, but na bruv allow her,

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Anything to please us. comin up with words out of no where got some hair