This is a song about "Peopl be cussin"

This aint where you wanna be,

Third ward general, young cash money

Be fucking specific

It's all good, finna dog that

Three town homes in delaware

I'll always be there, be there

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

I'm a be what i fucken wanna be

*bleep* a creep in diguise cussin to the gods up high,

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Foolish kid's / cussin' to their mothers, and we're cool with it

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

I'm gonna be qualified to be known worldwide.

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side