This is a song about "No mirac"

No place no career no place to even steer

We put a wreath on niggas' career

No monopoly type flow, no chance

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

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

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Big homie hov said i am close

No, no, we are not those

And her smile lit up the room

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

Im courtside, wizard game

No more money, no more fame

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

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

All the time with this glock of mines

No lames, no lies, no compromise