This is a song about "No comunism"

No affiliation

Or babies they raisin

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Had no ambitions and no drive.

No one no where no why no how

I gotta tell you right now

No place no career no place to even steer

My life's based upon what i'mma do this year

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

With no guns and no shields

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Wave high to the ritalin regiment

No preference, irrelevant