This is a song about "No clo"

Never really been into the ice

Had no ambitions and no drive.

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

No lames, no lies, no compromise

No more money, no more fame

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

And these shape-shifting hoes

No, no, we are not those

No hesitations no waits

One verse is all it takes

Bitches ain't around one thou

No one no where no why no how

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

No conscience, no need for resilience

Not king james, these were coke kings