This is a song about "No crushes"

So here i am at the store for some chips

No conscience, no need for resilience

No monopoly type flow, no chance

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

No affiliation

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

No, no, we are not those

Jay rock got flows

Had no ambitions and no drive.

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

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

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

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

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

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

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