This is a song about "No scopes"

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

Your last man was semi pro

No preference, irrelevant

With such an ugly picture in it and

And panned out, i'm all in love

Champagne no chain no diamonds

I used to have a nine to five

Had no ambitions and no drive.

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

With no guns and no shields

When you're reachin' your dreams

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

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

No money no talk,no energy no walk