This is a song about "No love"

Niggas talk with limited service

// [bitch you get (no love)]

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

No love at all no love for my natives at all

The fact that i grew up with no love.

Where i'm from they is ruthless

'cuz no matter the weather, yo, it's all the same love

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus

And realized that life's a bitch, and that gives you no love

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Love you like no other

I pipe in and one night her

Summertime in the city

That theres no one to love me

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]

It's just textbook stuff