This is a song about "360 no scoped"

Well rick james, maury jane

No set trip, no color claim

Won't run out anytime soon

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

No affiliation

You're uncool like my mother kin

No one no where no why no how

Hundred thousand worth of ice on me now

The future is now

Fuck that noise, no way no how

No posing required

Pink drank on, sprite work

Had no ambitions and no drive.

And when i start to rise

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

Had no ambitions and no drive.