This is a song about "Slang without swearing"

But i never stopped swearing so i'm sorry for the wearing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I shoulda stayed ‘n maybe slang some shit,

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

I don't like you touching my things that's why i'm cursing and swearing

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

For a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a manyou always was committed

Wanna spend it all on you

Or music you gon slang to

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

What can i say you gunna hate and use racial slang

Couldn't hurt a fly, yet you talk all slang, your rap made up,

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck