This is a song about "Stop cussing other people"

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

And say i’m putting the blame off on other people

People love the pig but not the other man

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Hearing other people's flows a lot of people tried to hard, they don't know

But i see other people every day with their lovers

The hard, fast dope has a whole lot of coroners

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Lucky, that obama got relected so people could stop being hun-gry.

Hell is other people who think they're better than you

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

You should rap about other people, not just you all the time

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line