This is a song about "No tipe"

No set trip, no color claim

Floor seats at that wizards game

I'm everything that they call nice

Had no ambitions and no drive.

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

No hesitations no waits

No money no talk,no energy no walk

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

No conscience, no need for resilience

No more money, no more fame

I'll never call you bitch again

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

No specific pick , no particular list.

That burden's on my soul as long i exist