This is a song about "No one home"

No one even know the half,

Gotta make that cash

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

I ain't praising no one, no one is amazing for one.

It's really not an issue

When no one believes in you

The ice ain't really nothing to her

But black kids come home to no father,

I became no one is ever

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

No one, no one is iller than me.

No one has ever said

God bless the dead