This is a song about "No scooe"

Had no ambitions and no drive.

O.d. was in the weight room all his life

No no no guarantees

Inferior, but i'm nice

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

No lames, no lies, no compromise

No monopoly type flow, no chance

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

No more money, no more fame

Then lost my faith again

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

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

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse