This is a song about "Really nice people who don t swear"

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

Ships that sail to distant places

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Don't fuck around and make it true

// [who can really blame you?]

But materialism’s nice, and really they like the grit,

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you