This is a song about "No flocking"

And her smile lit up the room

No groom husband, no bloom

Big homie hov said i am close

No, no, we are not those

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

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

No specific pick , no particular list.

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

No place no career no place to even steer

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Champagne no chain no diamonds

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

No no no guarantees

Cause there could never be peace