This is a song about "No swearwords"

No, no, we are not those

And these shape-shifting hoes

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Gin makes me sin

No affiliation

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

No money no talk,no energy no walk

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Don't give a fuck, litter life

You can pick the next room

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

No no no guarantees