This is a song about "No swearing"

With another tab open swearing from my keyboard

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

And the v12, that's on various trips

No conscience, no need for resilience

Choosing my rhymes layering my lines swearing at all times carrying nines/

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

No hesitations no waits

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I don't like you touching my things that's why i'm cursing and swearing

Like, what's the matter with swearing, i must be battling a little kid

My two nines go biya biya when i shoot 'emkorean motherfuckers was crooked

No monopoly type flow, no chance

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Bars change a nigga life