This is a song about "No gifts for chr"

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

No responsibilities for me listening

Sweet, okay makes sense

For once there is no tears

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

No time for make up and no time for truth

And i got mad love to give

I threw out all the gifts

No conscience, no need for resilience

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

There’s no penalty for being criminals,

This is no place for hate

Guess i'm self made

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

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep