This is a song about "No cuse words"

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.

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

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

Shout out bobby on hundreds

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

Words with no rhyme? we rhyme it anyway..

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

I dont care how many words,

The birds i knew flip birds

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

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

That try to chase these skirts

Just because you can rhyme words