This is a song about "Not cussing"

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

Trying not to slip i'm trying not to stumble

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

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

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

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

I'm fried from this ripple

Not even metaphorical

Can i tell you that im not living, not making right decisions.

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

We're not acting violent in this game, we're not layin' threats,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz