This is a song about "No comunism"

Your last man was semi pro

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

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

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

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

And no longing for dates

No hesitations no waits

No set trip, no color claim

I ain't interested in fame

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

No conscience, no need for resilience

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Had no ambitions and no drive.

I used to have a nine to five