This is a song about "Not cusing"

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

The first to see you not,

Are they listening paying attention or not

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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

You wonda why they call u bitch

It's not my fault that you can not handle this cannabis,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

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

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

I do it better with not 3, not 2, but all alone

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Trying not to slip i'm trying not to stumble