This is a song about "Ollies got no pubs"

Youve got no where to hide

Take her on a long ride

20 racks really thats sneaker money

You got no ability

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Ive got no license to kill

I'm caged up in state prison

You've got no rhythm,

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

There’s no looking out, got cut,

I ain't got no money,

Its a war with the enemy

And don't you bring your camera phone

Got no help from no one i work alone.

And your mamma got her bubs out (no),

This prada make me shallow