This is a song about "No swearwords"

Couple shows gave a nigga life

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

No money no talk,no energy no walk

Thought this was forever love

Champagne no chain no diamonds

You're not usin' your brain

No more money, no more fame

No monopoly type flow, no chance

We getting money, you can face the facts

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

You can pick the next room

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

No hesitations no waits

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds