This is a song about "No curseing"

Live from the lamont's rose

No, no, we are not those

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

No groom husband, no bloom

And her smile lit up the room

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

I think that she knows

No, no, we are not those

Steal your love with ease

With no guns and no shields

No affiliation

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

Won't run out anytime soon

No fear, no cheer, all gloom