This is a song about "No mo po"

Greedy niggas wouldn’t let me in the cafeteria

Of twelve shot pound nigga po via pia

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

So the po-po never know

And be alive any many mini mo

They all need attention, they call me a g though

Preaching to the choir though

Cus now im think about mo doe

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Mo money mo problems when i get it i'm a pile it up

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Any many mini mo

See boy she been in love

Mo' money, mo' problems