This is a song about "No scope"

No groom husband, no bloom

Won't run out anytime soon

Digest cannabis, while i spit scope

Around my way, i'm cut throat

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

No conscience, no need for resilience

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Call the network dipset family ties

Pussy nigga want it he aint even know he was on scope

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

And he looked for hoes, i scope the throws

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

No specific pick , no particular list.

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

No money no talk,no energy no walk