This is a song about "No profanity"

Makin me scream profanity

It ain't hard to make money

My insanity, profanity, my west coast mentality

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Thankful for the allowance of my profanity, and an appreciation of my strategy,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Makin me scream profanity

If you ain't about money

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

Leave you six deep, you piss weak peasant from shits creek, an yes i use profanity when i speak,

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

Word, absence will make the heart grow

No money no talk,no energy no walk

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

Call the network dipset family ties

No lames, no lies, no compromise