This is a song about "Freake no more"

And tell 'em there's no more games,no more

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

Im seated by the floor

Now u want me no more

I made it myself

No more prison and cells

No more money, no more fame

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

No more struggling like a widow

Got a big fat lawsuit and everything

No more appeasing neutralizing bleeding

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Miss you more with no bounce

You’re not wanted here no more

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor