This is a song about "No commitment"

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

No set trip, no color claim

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

No money no talk,no energy no walk

A fear of commitment with

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

No more money, no more fame

My buzz is like cocaine

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

From those who defended the right to ascension among ideas of commitment

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

No affiliation

You're uncool like my mother kin

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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