This is a song about "Loneliness no cursing"

No money no talk,no energy no walk

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

No no no guarantees

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

You think i'll get all soft just cause you're talkin shit to my mom

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

No hesitations no waits

I like my girls skinny with brains

People cursing at me sayin nobody understands my message

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Your mom won't play it in the car cause it's got cursing in it

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that