This is a song about "No cuss"

No set trip, no color claim

I wish i’ll never see you again

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

No conscience, no need for resilience

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

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

So we can live again

No more money, no more fame

It's a -- situation

No affiliation

All that ass in your jeans

With no guns and no shields

Call me a clown but a week from now

No one no where no why no how