This is a song about "Can have no symptoms"

I have no killer degree, cause

And i'm still hurtin over pops

We have plenty of corners you can accommodate,

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Know it good when she go no hands

No wonder i have fans

But honestly i have no clue

When you keep em right beside you

No one can fucking touch us

So now this work's been worthless

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

Nonetheless i have no regrets,

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

No one person can stop me but everyone can

But usually when i speak up it goes in and out the other ear

Finally i can see crystal clear,i see you have no career, your troubled with fear