This is a song about "You got no beats"

No one winning chance you even got

Ever since then i had no job

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Beats and rap change my life, no joke

That's aids to the ill

You say i got no skill?

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Whack rhymes, weak beats, no fans, zero likes, most of all,

To increase my ends

And you ain't got no friends

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

But no, i wasn't prepared, you were all that i got

Cause you heartless and you got no new friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

This is love, nothing else close

You niggas aint got no hoes