This is a song about "Anymore"

I ain't going anymore

These joints here not found at the mall

Wolf gang, kill em' all

You don;t thin anymore

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Niggas aren't grateful anymore where's

And slid back north of course to pen more

But you don't have to wait anymore

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Cuz no one wears clothes like tht anymore

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

I bet you can't take anymore

Anymore than a goat,

My balance be so tight rope

And there's little to be glad for

Don't wanna hide anymore