This is a song about "Without swearing"

An allegory without the e

This is like riding through the city

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Without you i'm like grass without the colour green

Without understanding what's encompassed in relation,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I might even stick my tongue out

I'm something she can't live without

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

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

These chalance give me balance

Stores with drugs,battles without rings

She caught up in my love triangle

Your the boat without the paddle

Swearing they straight christians

I was playing with guns