This is a song about "No mo po"

I'm stacking dough, ain't gotta sell crack no mo

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

You wanna criticize dog try a little mo

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

We got money to go get baby

Mo cash you got'll get you out of jail free

Cus now im think about mo doe

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

She love dat shit, shes begging for mo

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

I'm sick of the writing, no' mo' typing, i'm clashing like a titan