This is a song about "The c word"

I like to use the word like love.

See i'm breathing for a purpose

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

Kiddish means holy, you chose the wrong fucking word...

Cause it’ll part the red c on your clubs fitted

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town

C-doggy dogg pulls out the strap and lays them bustas down

And the whole of group c can suck my d

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

And all anyone cares about is the c

I stop and stare at the younger

The replacement of the word "mother"

And never should you tear

This is the word that year by year