This is a song about "No lov3"

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

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

All the time with this glock of mines

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Call me a clown but a week from now

No one no where no why no how

No preference, irrelevant

Wave high to the ritalin regiment

Got me rushed to the station

No affiliation

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

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

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Had no ambitions and no drive.

No more money, no more fame

Down in dallas at the all-star game