This is a song about "No mather"

I'm everything that they call nice

Had no ambitions and no drive.

But in the meantime it's lights please

With no guns and no shields

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Had no ambitions and no drive.

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

No conscience, no need for resilience

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

No failed romances, no second glances,

And i ain't got what it takes

No hesitations no waits

Got shows on top of shows

No, no, we are not those