This is a song about "No sicknesses"

As my record label nitpicks at this

No failed romances, no second glances,

Heavy in the game

No more money, no more fame

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

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

Had no ambitions and no drive.

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

Then put it into sex drive

No lames, no lies, no compromise

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

Im sayin one night my love is like that

No, no, we are not those

Live from the lamont's rose

I need a little room

No fear, no cheer, all gloom