This is a song about "No swareing"

Had no ambitions and no drive.

I'm everything that they call nice

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

No, no, we are not those

I need a little room

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

No place no career no place to even steer

I have your hearts as if i stabbed it with a spear

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

No conscience, no need for resilience

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings