This is a song about "No cuss"

I was raised to cuss,stir up shit,want to be the best southern pride beats in the chest

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

And her smile lit up the room

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

No monopoly type flow, no chance

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Nah i don't cuss, i can anyways deliver a punch

Look at the rules, they told you not cuss

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

No failed romances, no second glances,

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses