This is a song about "Ain t falling for you no more"

Inside your head until you can't take no more, insane for days!

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Open door, for you to formally explore more.

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

You bitches are next, malcolms looking for more

But for that, i gotta bust my ass no more charades.

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

No more games, for now they better pray

I make forty-some dollars a day

Tell me it's good for me, no more simulation

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Are you ready for war? bitch i'm ready for more

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Til he started killing no more dealin too high for that now.