This is a song about "No compation"

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

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

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

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

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

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

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

This prada make me shallow

No failed romances, no second glances,

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

So if you wanna leave

With no guns and no shields

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Champagne no chain no diamonds