This is a song about "No lobe"

Bite his right ear lobe, but the other guy got his pistol.

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

With no guns and no shields

Now i'm living out my dreams

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

Who real bitches check me out though

Champagne no chain no diamonds

She need now, she ain't never needed love

No failed romances, no second glances,

Flyer them the rest i told you i'm ish

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

No specific pick , no particular list.

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

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds