This is a song about "No famaly"

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Don't give a fuck, litter life

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

Bad bitches never loved them though

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

Champagne no chain no diamonds

We don't ever make love

Right flows down and they might go nice

No no no guarantees

4-3... yea, remember that please

With no guns and no shields

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

No monopoly type flow, no chance

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

I see'em grillin, i ate it though