This is a song about "People be cussin"

I was born to do the damn thing

Now of days people will be shooting,

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

People mentioned i'll be waiting for the props

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

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

People should be blessed to see

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I'm not used to be around black people, that what's worries me

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

People in this world be hatten

She can make a pimp fall in love

Cussin' pussy and status,

I'm doing the same thing

But people still be judging