This is a song about "Being no one"

There’s no penalty for being criminals,

We vegetables, on them record labels

Stop being a pussy,battle like a real one

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

As a youngster no one around

In her defense she a part of the crowd

No one comes, no one ever watches out,

I wouldn't be famous

No one can fucking touch us

No one comes between us

See, i'm just trying to focus

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Being beaten up to the one slamming others to the ground

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

About but no one ever gives anything in return without a doubt. im tired of being