This is a song about "No moneu"

I say "stay", she wanna leave

With no guns and no shields

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

No hesitations no waits

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

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

No specific pick , no particular list.

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

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

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

At this love thing toe to toe

She suck my dick while i'm on a call

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

I'm not moving like a cartoon

No groom husband, no bloom