This is a song about "No earing"

Champagne no chain no diamonds

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

No no no guarantees

But in the meantime it's lights please

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

No lames, no lies, no compromise

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

No conscience, no need for resilience

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

That's why they can't mess up my flow