This is a song about "No"

She forget about her husband

No preference, irrelevant

Self made coming soon

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

No, no, we are not those

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

No money no talk,no energy no walk

No place no career no place to even steer

Haters beware, i can see clear

Heavy in the game

No set trip, no color claim

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

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

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

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