This is a song about "Fuck wit no thot"

To the homie wit no discretion

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Fuck you wit that notin but an utter lie

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

As i light one for ill will

Except wit no title

Lady at the frank stand will

Except wit no title

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Somebody ring the church bells for da man wit no ring on

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

I walk wit the shells, and i aint got no adidas on.

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom