This is a song about "No gunskill"

If you ever feel alone and

No preference, irrelevant

No, no, we are not those

Every night i stroke hoes

No specific pick , no particular list.

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

No more money, no more fame

My buzz is like cocaine

So here i am at the store for some chips

No conscience, no need for resilience

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Had no ambitions and no drive.

No affiliation

It ain't where i been

Champagne no chain no diamonds

She can make a pimp fall in love