This is a song about "Not cussing"

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

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

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

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

With a honey in the middle

Not even metaphorical

And all women who had light features, see

Figuratively, not literally

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

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

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

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

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day