This is a song about "No valentine"

Where god at? i need to call him

No affiliation

No money no talk,no energy no walk

Yeah i'm cashing out, i'm all madden dog

No preference, irrelevant

If you feel it, it must be real just

No, no, we are not those

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Won't run out anytime soon

No groom husband, no bloom

I've become immune to you no name haters

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

No place no career no place to even steer

And this the endso good luck with your career

With no guns and no shields

Trap our young black seeds