This is a song about "No gifts"

You make a nigga sing songs nice

No lames, no lies, no compromise

No failed romances, no second glances,

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

I need a little room

This life i chose

No, no, we are not those

Say hi to the ritalin regiment

No preference, irrelevant

No more money, no more fame

You're not usin' your brain

No specific pick , no particular list.

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

What we gotta do to survive

Had no ambitions and no drive.