This is a song about "People be cussin"

Straight g thing, double m g thing

But people still be judging

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

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

Be defeted i can't be beat i spit these rhymes like no one else people

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

Can't you see? i'm surrounded be these dead people

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

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

But the people that run it should all be ashamed

So yall people best be leaving

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I feel wherever i go people be staring