This is a song about "No ones iller"

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

I can tell by reading your lines that no ones a fan of ya

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

Im wicked evil, no fans no ones enjoying me

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

No ones bumping like are yall in some kinda hypnotism

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

If no ones gonna do this imma do it now

Specifically anyone you think is iller 'n' killing me

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

No ones the same when ya bring the fame

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

And notice that no ones having ya protected,

I work hard for everything i get