This is a song about "No mon"

No conscience, no need for resilience

So i guess that's where i hide my things

No place no career no place to even steer

I have your hearts as if i stabbed it with a spear

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

Had no ambitions and no drive.

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

We hustle to survive

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

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