This is a song about "No swearing and cussing"

No more prison and cells

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

You said that my rhymes belong on disney, but yet you want no cussing in a rap battle

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

And your mamma got her bubs out (no),

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Just you and i no smoking no ashtray

Cussing out these lames man they get on my nerves

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Who think that swearing is the best weapon.

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Although he takes the swearing olympics trophy

No need to stop and swerve

This ones for the lovers