This is a song about "No repsect"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

Here's your nigga, come hear this year

No place no career no place to even steer

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Champagne no chain no diamonds

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

That's real shit real nigga life

Had no ambitions and no drive.

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

Self made coming soon

Being fly was priority to the lowest

No specific pick , no particular list.