This is a song about "No worrys"

I’m coming back like light-skin and

No preference, irrelevant

No set trip, no color claim

All the bitches know my name

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

X's and o's, you must be the rose

No, no, we are not those

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

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

No specific pick , no particular list.

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

No place no career no place to even steer

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

You haven't flowered loco