This is a song about "No scopes"

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I know what it takes

No hesitations no waits

No more money, no more fame

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

No preference, irrelevant

Wave high to the ritalin regiment

This prada make me shallow

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

And these shape-shifting hoes

No, no, we are not those

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Bars change a nigga life

Get blown like lawn leaves

With no guns and no shields