This is a song about "No slack"

No groom husband, no bloom

Won't run out anytime soon

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Wanting to hit her so hard and make her arms go slack

No failed romances, no second glances,

And you niggas will acknowledge this

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Sweat all over his back and made out to the world with no slack

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

I'll devour any rappers that slack 'n' cower

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

And when im freezing, every track u best believe, that i never slack

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

You're very attractive, and notice that