This is a song about "No hops"

No one no where no why no how

Bitches ain't around one thou

No lames, no lies, no compromise

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Tryna stay clear of my foes

No, no, we are not those

Balling, but it’s not a game

No set trip, no color claim

With no guns and no shields

Just know that i'm always

No more money, no more fame

And my niggas all the same

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Gonna end up being hip hops only survivor

Hip-hops' revolution is finally underway/

Morty let me use the maybach back in may