This is a song about "No firends"

No, no, we are not those

Ain't no women at the shows

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

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

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

He don't do the same

No set trip, no color claim

With no guns and no shields

But in the meantime it's lights please

My niggas is winning though

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

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

No place no career no place to even steer

No hesitations no waits

And i ain't got what it takes