This is a song about "No lov3"

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

No place no career no place to even steer

X's and o's, you must be the rose

No, no, we are not those

Or babies they raisin

No affiliation

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

And her smile lit up the room

No failed romances, no second glances,

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

You just tryin' to run game

No more money, no more fame

No set trip, no color claim

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

No groom husband, no bloom

I'm not moving like a cartoon