This is a song about "No lobe"

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

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

Ahh shit, you done fucked up now

No one no where no why no how

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

Wale dc said we on joe

No affiliation

She all on my skin

No conscience, no need for resilience

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

No failed romances, no second glances,

Guess i’m different than most

No, no, we are not those