This is a song about "No swearwords"

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

No specific pick , no particular list.

No failed romances, no second glances,

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

Won't run out anytime soon

This life i chose

No, no, we are not those

With no guns and no shields

When you're reachin' your dreams