This is a song about "No sicknesses"

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

No monopoly type flow, no chance

No no no guarantees

Credit card late fees

No more money, no more fame

I wish i’ll never see you again

Flyer them the rest i told you i'm ish

No failed romances, no second glances,

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

No conscience, no need for resilience

I never fit in with them light skins