This is a song about "No ryhmes"

Can't beleive the ryhmes i have read

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

No, no, we are not those

Live from the lamont's rose

No no no guarantees

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

No set trip, no color claim

Your man wale in his own damn lane

No affiliation

It's a -- situation

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Had no ambitions and no drive.

While working on my mistakes

No hesitations no waits

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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