This is a song about "No one does the oneg"

All brawn, but no brain, your lyrics insane, how does the cycle of rain,

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Must be the trust that no one has for u

Watching for the cops that's moving through

I don't think you understand me katie, no one does,

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

No one remembers as well as the

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

It's crazy how he does it, comes through smooth, no rubbers

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

No one adventured with you so one knows about the life your now used to

You get it? no one ever does.

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

Haven't battled in a while? well lets see what the celt does,