This is a song about "My niggaz no swearing"

And i dont give a fuck bout niggaz that hated

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Although he takes the swearing olympics trophy

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

With another tab open swearing from my keyboard

Mid-state and green it seems, is where all my niggaz be

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

When i'm finished with these niggaz, they be calling me "dad"

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

Them niggaz wont know that your a schoolgirl

I hope you not rattin' out to get on girl

Down just so we can grow

You want my fame, heck no