This is a song about "Salmo no cuzo"

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

No specific pick , no particular list.

No more money, no more fame

All the bitches know my name

No place no career no place to even steer

Here's your nigga, come hear this year

No affiliation

Or babies they raisin

No monopoly type flow, no chance

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

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

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

Had no ambitions and no drive.

What you know about this life

No failed romances, no second glances,

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses