This is a song about "No scope"

I'm not moving like a cartoon

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

No more money, no more fame

Parking lot of the blue flame

Big homie hov said i am close

No, no, we are not those

Call me a clown but a week from now

No one no where no why no how

No affiliation

Go where you ain't been

Had no ambitions and no drive.

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

On top of that, i’m broke

With a lyrical scope

And if you love substance you'll love wale

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,