This is a song about "No gifts"

I'm sharper than shark teeth

No no no guarantees

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

No monopoly type flow, no chance

No failed romances, no second glances,

How i do itthinkin' i'm new to this

No posing required

They call me say, word

I threw out all the gifts

Murder all your artists

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

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

She's flawless like some uncut ice

Had no ambitions and no drive.

My new flow bought hublots below zero

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