This is a song about "No swearwords"

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

No failed romances, no second glances,

No monopoly type flow, no chance

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

Had no ambitions and no drive.

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

She all on my skin

No affiliation

Say hi to the ritalin regiment

No preference, irrelevant

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

And her smile lit up the room

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

I'm not moving like a cartoon

No groom husband, no bloom