This is a song about "No gifts"

Had no ambitions and no drive.

I need a backyard full court size

I'm not moving like a cartoon

No groom husband, no bloom

No more money, no more fame

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Imma make it rain

No set trip, no color claim

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Then put it into sex drive

No monopoly type flow, no chance

We getting money, you can face the facts

You gotta breathe and be at ease

No no no guarantees