This is a song about "No entry"

Live from the lamont's rose

No, no, we are not those

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

No monopoly type flow, no chance

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

No more money, no more fame

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Leave his soul empty through entry, so dont tempt me

No affiliation

She all on my skin

Nigga, fuck the world

No posing required

No specific pick , no particular list.

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest