This is a song about "Something wothout cuss words"

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

White middle class parents are sayin' rappers get paid to cuss,

You can't cuss me, parr me

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

The birds i knew flip birds

Guess i'll just throw my words/

But my words mean something, your words are not preferred

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Everyday im in a good mood cuss everyday im getting laid

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Words are weapons, and they provide us something to throw,

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

Yeah, it's all natural baby

So go ahead bitches and cuss me

'if you don't live for something,

And now the present got you struggling