This is a song about "No sicknesses"

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Champagne no chain no diamonds

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

No, no, we are not those

Here they keep a rachet close

No preference, irrelevant

If you feel it, it must be real just

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

No more money, no more fame

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

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

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

I need a little room

No groom husband, no bloom