This is a song about "No cuss zone"

They say i'm too nice to be a rapper

I would fuckin cuss her, but na bruv allow her,

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

And i still banging in that ghetto zone

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

White middle class parents are sayin' rappers get paid to cuss,

Bitch i'm trapped in my zone

That he dont even own

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Gimme some paper and lead to get me in my zone.

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Everyday im in a good mood cuss everyday im getting laid

You're playing with fire and it's danger zone

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

Bait baby, wait baby

You can't cuss me, parr me