This is a song about "No bad words beautiful w"

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

Too bad that dawg is unauthentic all bark with no bite

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

The jiggas and the tips

In other words no contest.

Life has put her to the test

When you're reachin' your dreams

Your words no longer increase

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

And kids no matter how bad you get knocked down

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around