This is a song about "No birch"

We can't afford the property taxes

No failed romances, no second glances,

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Who know this be the life that i really live

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

No more money, no more fame

No conscience, no need for resilience

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

No money no talk,no energy no walk

With no guns and no shields

You gotta breathe and be at ease

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

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

While working on my mistakes

No hesitations no waits