This is a song about "The word fuck"

I know your man ain't lovin you right

But without the word i wont take flight

The police here are racist while corrupt i reccomend to not speak a word.

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Wack telling me that i can’t say the word

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

I heard the word fuck, but with me? you ain't linking..

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

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

And another in the sentence that bears "word",

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

You'll never know the best of me, maybe if you listen to my spoken word

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

I like to use the word like magic.

Is that the word of god? i remember they'd teach 'em,

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them