This is a song about "Swiper no swiping"

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

No failed romances, no second glances,

No affiliation

Where god at? i need to call him

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

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

Won't run out anytime soon

No groom husband, no bloom

No one no where no why no how

Late nights and early flights, rushing right now

There's no glimpse or ray, no simple way

If you out there let me hear you say

I need a little room

No fear, no cheer, all gloom