This is a song about "Have no clue"

Whipping whatever i, 460ls you

No one like you, get a fucking clue

Convertibles with turbo jets

Nonetheless i have no regrets,

And do you have any clue what i had to do to get here

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

I have no killer degree, cause

Always knew where the pot was

You all look at me like i have not a clue

I gotta tell you that my love is true

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

Even if we try and still do not have a clue

And you certainly have no chemistry,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I have no reason to live

O.d. was in the weight room all his life