This is a song about "Profanity"

Makin me scream profanity

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Hey, must be the money

Makin me scream 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

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,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

My insanity, profanity, my west coast mentality

That's why i'm makin' money

Makin me scream 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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see