This is a song about "Cuss words"

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

The birds i knew flip birds

Who can speat out them words,

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Nah i don't cuss, i can anyways deliver a punch

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

She love me cuss she know i smoking that good shit

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Guess i'll just throw my words/

Guess i'll just throw my words/

That try to chase these skirts

I would fuckin cuss her, but na bruv allow her,

Big sean, wale, vado, this the future