This is a song about "No more drugs"

For this, i thank the lord

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Aint no room for one more

That's what rains for

But most times darling the sequel sucks

No money, power, or drugs,

You gotta posse where's the army, no officer i have no more drugs that's

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

Westside, bitch i run mine

No more waiting in a line

This is love, nothing else close

No more sad song on pianos

Bitch no more missing you

Why we gotta argue