This is a song about "No swareing"

You just tryin' to run game

No more money, no more fame

It’s not a game, hold your dame

No set trip, no color claim

No hesitations no waits

While working on my mistakes

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

No groom husband, no bloom

I need a little room

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

No monopoly type flow, no chance

No no no guarantees

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

I think that she knows

No, no, we are not those