This is a song about "No mercey"

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

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

If you feel it, it must be real just

No preference, irrelevant

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Had no ambitions and no drive.

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

No, no, we are not those

Here they keep a rachet close

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

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

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

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years