This is a song about "No ene"

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

No money no talk,no energy no walk

No affiliation

One time give it up for him

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

No more money, no more fame

No place no career no place to even steer

Rocking my peers and putting suckas in fear

No, no, we are not those

Some friends, some hoes

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Had no ambitions and no drive.

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise