This is a song about "No earing"

No monopoly type flow, no chance

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

No set trip, no color claim

Imma make it rain

No place no career no place to even steer

Which made me have to wait like leap year

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

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

No, no, we are not those

Here they keep a rachet close

While working on my mistakes

No hesitations no waits

No preference, irrelevant

Wave high to the ritalin regiment

And i put that on my name

No more money, no more fame