This is a song about "No swearing and cussing"

With such an ugly picture in it and

Like salt and pepper, no equivalent

And you aint got no breasts

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Like, what's the matter with swearing, i must be battling a little kid

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

But i never stopped swearing so i'm sorry for the wearing

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

No more prison and cells

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

But there's no spider bite, and no dumped waste

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced