This is a song about "Something with no swearing"

Get some real rhymes and actually come up with something,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

To you, ill take you out fishing an leave the sharks with something to chew, no rescue,

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

An understatement said that k. lamar was under pressure

No matter how heavy something gets i will always have a suspender

For something to kill with your power a will

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Because you quit to fast for you to come up with something.

Let's take another trip, different continents we touching

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Although he takes the swearing olympics trophy

A criminal grind mean hustle

Ill send back with something powerful,