This is a song about "No apoligies"

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Couple shows gave a nigga life

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

No more money, no more fame

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

Every night i stroke hoes

No, no, we are not those

That's why they can't mess up my flow

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

No failed romances, no second glances,

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

Self made coming soon