This is a song about "No curing"

No monopoly type flow, no chance

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

No failed romances, no second glances,

And wonder how we ever came to this

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

No greatness no place on this site

Tryna stay clear of my foes

No, no, we are not those

No one comes, no one ever watches out,

I don't know what you heard about

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

Won't run out anytime soon

The sun gives light cause it is the window

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

And it ain't no thing, you in dungy's dungeon

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.