This is a song about "Without swearing"

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Without you i'm like grass without the colour green

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Celebrating without any tweet.

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/

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Slangin a coke without the cola

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

But i never stopped swearing so i'm sorry for the wearing

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

She got me caught up in the moment

Can't stand without writing rap and