This is a song about "No curse words"

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

I have no bight, or curse in any verse i keep it clean an lean, try to mean

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

Like a painting on display thousand words no say

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

You have no more words for me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

No grief into these words

The birds i knew flip birds

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

& no one'll understand the words that you're u u uttering uttering.

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

No dipping wrapping up evil first, real spitta is it a gift or a curse

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

I scream curse words louder than your main bitch, when i ate her pussy out