This is a song about "No gains"

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

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

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

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Had no ambitions and no drive.

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

No conscience, no need for resilience

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

No more money, no more fame

No hesitations no waits

One verse is all it takes

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

No groom husband, no bloom