This is a song about "No mor"

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

No money no talk,no energy no walk

With no guns and no shields

Malcolm x, by any means

Floor seats at that wizards game

No more money, no more fame

One time give it up for him

No affiliation

No affiliation

Catch you up on places i've been

No hesitations no waits

I know what it takes

No specific pick , no particular list.

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

No set trip, no color claim