This is a song about "No bad words"

Like a painting on display thousand words no say

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

I got no wordplay, cus my words like to fight.

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

In other words it's over ain't no way you niggas coming back

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

Too bad that dawg is unauthentic all bark with no bite

Maybe i'm lost no need for bad thoughts

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Stay away from bad shit no one wants to be incarcerated,

No need to feel bad and repent

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

In other words no contest.

Now move a little bit to the left