This is a song about "No scope"

Speedboard? idk anymore laser scope oh please no more

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

I'm going off the top of the brain

No set trip, no color claim

The funeral for hip-hop, i'm aiming down the sniper scope,

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

No monopoly type flow, no chance

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,

No more money, no more fame

My buzz is like cocaine

Self made coming soon

No groom husband, no bloom

I need a little room

No fear, no cheer, all gloom