This is a song about "No swearing or rude words"

& no one'll understand the words that you're u u uttering uttering.

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

In other words it's over ain't no way you niggas coming back

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

I dont care if its through battles or through these words

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

There's no glimpse or ray, no simple way

Shout out bobby on hundreds

No grief into these words

No beliefs or priority

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

Words with no rhyme? we rhyme it anyway..

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

My words are like weapons, gats or poison arrows,