This is a song about "No bad words"

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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

Got her going down, no teeth

Your words no longer increase

If out of line

No rhyme is a bad rhyme

Hold my tears i tried my best

In other words no contest.

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

To find out me and your man be sharing skirtsi'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way

We suffer either way nowadays the kids have no protection from the words people say.

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

No need to feel bad and repent

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

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