This is a song about "No devoition"

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

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

No groom husband, no bloom

No more money, no more fame

I'll never call you bitch again

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Only out a year, now facing life

No monopoly type flow, no chance

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

No specific pick , no particular list.

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

You gotta breathe and be at ease

With no guns and no shields