This is a song about "Non swearing rap"

That you selling rides on the white horse right up out your crib

You're progress is non constant, the opposite to my faucet

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

To all my non-believers and haters

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Non cooperative with any law enforcement operative

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Raps are pawn shops, on top non-stop like shady,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

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