This is a song about "No moneu"

No money no talk,no energy no walk

I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

No set trip, no color claim

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

No conscience, no need for resilience

Y'all all passe, stuck up on last year

No place no career no place to even steer

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

Same bitches used to play me though

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split