This is a song about "Slang without swearing"

I'm so into you, witness a nigga make the bed bang

What can i say you gunna hate and use racial slang

Choosing my rhymes layering my lines swearing at all times carrying nines/

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Without you i'm like grass without the colour green

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Like, what's the matter with swearing, i must be battling a little kid

My two nines go biya biya when i shoot 'emkorean motherfuckers was crooked

Who think that swearing is the best weapon.

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

You done put two of america's most wanted in the same

Cockiness don't help with your slang it just makes you insane

I don't slang caine on the city streets

And she throws up whatever she eats