This is a song about "No swaering"

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

No, no, we are not those

No more money, no more fame

Well rick james, maury jane

No conscience, no need for resilience

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

I just might change your life

Had no ambitions and no drive.

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Who know this be the life that i really live

No set trip, no color claim

Ice melts into rain

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

No one no where no why no how

Ahh shit, you done fucked up now