This is a song about "No stra"

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

No more money, no more fame

Grown men in this game

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

No specific pick , no particular list.

And today we're still in chains

No hesitations no waits

No failed romances, no second glances,

Oh its over whole time she knows this

No affiliation

You can disown him or stone him

No money no talk,no energy no walk

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

No preference, irrelevant

She forget about her husband