This is a song about "No momey"

4-3... yea, remember that please

With no guns and no shields

No place no career no place to even steer

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

No conscience, no need for resilience

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

No money no talk,no energy no walk

What you think i flow for? y'all niggas is old dog

I'm not moving like a cartoon

No groom husband, no bloom

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

No failed romances, no second glances,

No specific pick , no particular list.

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

No preference, irrelevant

I’m coming back like light-skin and