This is a song about "There is no games"

(x2)there is no art to find

From the womb, my newborn child

Nobodies' hands are clean there is no purity.

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Niggas in the street scared

But there is no money to spend

There ain't no stopping this, it is no contest

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

This is to my unborn child

(x2)there is no art to find

There is no going back

And daddy's in the cadillac