This is a song about "Not cusing"

But it's not like that, but it's not like that, at all

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Nah, not for real. that's not what i meant to say

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Trying to get me hammered, or what not

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

People roll their eyes like naww probably not

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

Pawning my chain in the shop

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Trying not to slip i'm trying not to stumble

But not now. not ever again.

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

Now you speaking my language