This is a song about "Profanity"

Thankful for the allowance of my profanity, and an appreciation of my strategy,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

No wonder his lines are filled with profanity

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I spit catastrophes rapidly with or without profanity i'll leave you with no sanity

Let me rideuntil i get free

Makin me scream profanity

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

Going to my vanity just to realize im fucking sanity, to much profanity,

Calamity, profanity, buddha dreams, insanity. where'd it go? how i know how to flow?

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Looking at your money

Makin me scream profanity

Leave you six deep, you piss weak peasant from shits creek, an yes i use profanity when i speak,

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak