This is a song about "No pickles"

No place no career no place to even steer

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

No conscience, no need for resilience

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

No affiliation

Or babies they raisin

No more money, no more fame

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

No specific pick , no particular list.

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Won't run out anytime soon

No fear, no cheer, all gloom