This is a song about "Not cusing"

Got a beans if you wanna pop

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Figuratively, not literally

Trying to get me hammered, or what not

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Not gonna lie we're not happy family

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

It's not horrendous, but i'm not a fan of this

Never wrong at any level

Not coincidental

The first to see you not,

Say i'm not hot